The room empties, and only Wolfe and I remain.
Once everyone leaves, I stand and cross over to the door, closing it. I turn back to look at Wolfe, the length of the table between us.
The room snaps with energy and I'm exhilarated by it, though I sense a battle on the horizon. I can tell from the sparkle in Wolfe's eye and the way he's tilting his body toward the table, toward me, that he feels it too.
"You have something to say to me?" I ask.
His lip tilts up. "I could say the same to you."
"I'll go first then," I say briskly, and he dips his head in a nod. "I want to know why you placed me in the position of Warlord."
His eye narrows. "We've talked about it. I don't repeat myself."
Anger rushes through me. "You talk, everyone around you listens. I don't think you always speak the whole truth and I don't think you've given me all your reasons for making me Warlord."