I followed the touch of Femke's mind, briefly startled when I stepped through, not into her office as I expected, but the council room. Where the full WPC had gathered. Sat staring at me with grim expressions as if they could glare me into submission or something equally as stupid.
I suddenly didn't feel all that sorry for them, hoped Max and the drach did more than just block them out if they had the balls to attack the Stronghold. A bit of fire and destruction might teach them the lesson they finally-
Who was I kidding? They'd had fire and destruction, hadn't they? With Belaisle. Taught them nothing.
I met Femke's eyes after doing a slow sweep of the staring faces with the best cold eyed gaze I could muster. Which was pretty freaking cold at this point. Made a few of them look away, even, though I'd stopped keeping score. Or caring to.