CHAPTER 117

  Caleb releases a loud exhale, refraining from running a frustrated hand through his hair. This was one of the reasons he was certain he wasn't cut out for a life of controlled leadership. Having to answer the council and explain his plans, let them in on whatever potential decision he would take and also seek their input.

  It wasn't something he could deal with for more than a few hours at most without going crazy. The rest of his life was out of the question. This can't go on forever. Shutting his eyes to regain a sense of control before he stirs toward overstimulation, he purses his lips. "We can only speculate. Whatever happened last night may hold the key to understanding Cedric's curse, but for now, it remains elusive."

  The council deliberates further, discussing various theories and conjectures with no definitive conclusion. The atmosphere remained thick with uncertainty as more voices of apprehension took the stage.