Humbling A Councilor II 62

"We are here to have a meeting like civilized folks, Nolan." Argilia said, shaking her head. "If you can't do that, then I'm going to have to ask you to get—"

Her words were cut short as, in the blink of an eye, Nolan vanished from his chair, followed by a loud crash. Damien's chair clattered to the ground, empty.

Argilia barely had time to process what had just happened before a gust of wind blasted her hair into her face. When she brushed it back and turned, the sight behind her made her gasp.

Damien, faster than anyone could react, had crossed the table, zooming past her while grabbing Nolan and slamming him against the wall. His hand was wrapped tightly around Nolan's neck, his fangs fully elongated and his once-brown eyes now a searing crimson.

"What on earth are you doing, Lord Damien?!" Argilia shouted, quickly rising to her feet. "Are you out of your mind?"