Hall of decision

DEVON'S POV

I wasn't even given a chance to relax once I got back to my room. Just as I lay on my bed, ready for a quick nap, Jack dashed into my room in a state of panic.

"Devon! Devon!"

I slowly walked towards him, giving him a stink eye as I roared out in anger.

"What is it this time, Jack?" Jack swallowed the invincible lump stuck in his throat.

"Emmm... The Elders... "

My frown deepened, irked by his bullshit yet again, then I threw my hands over my eyes, hoping to filter out the lights he had turned on as I snapped.

"The Elders, what, Jack? Don't stutter when talking to me."

"They request a meeting," Jack said, straightening his back.

"Hmm." I gave no hint of either anger or offense. I just had a straight face. Jack was clearly confused as to what I wanted. He had ruined whatever closeness we had when he betrayed my trust by telling the elders about Rachel.