Soren
The next day, I prepared myself for the meeting, though my hands trembled slightly as I buttoned my shirt.
My nerves were shot. I knew what was coming, I could already hear their accusations, their anger. They'd found out that Rowan and I had been taken hostage again, and now they were going to tear me apart for it.
I was wondering why they haven't called me all this time, probably because they were bidding their time and making me sweat bullets for it.
I tried to tell myself that I could handle it. That I had handled worse. But deep down, I wasn't sure.
I had something so grave and to them, it was a crime. I only hope I wasn't executed for it.
By the time I arrived at the syndicate building, my nerves had twisted into a tight knot in my stomach. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your instincts scream at you to turn around and walk away. But I couldn't.