Four angels crowded around the table, frowning. Rina was their ringleader. The two angels that were best at navigating were away finding the next location.
A headache throbbed in my temples.
The shifters sat with the rest of our legion in the leather chairs and watched the conflict awkwardly.
John was sitting next to Scorpius, and Luka was sitting next to Orion. All four of them were whispering among themselves like they were friends.
When did that happen?
Rina made a loud noise of agitation, and I grudgingly turned my attention back to the irate angels.
At first, the others had tried to step in and stop the angels from yelling at us, but ice swords had materialized, and Jinx had ordered everyone but the angels to sit down.
Violence still buzzed in the air, and everyone stared at one another with distrust.
I was too tired for this bullshit.
I felt like the twins looked—their olive skin had an ashen hue, and their eyes were ringed in dark circles. Were they sick?
Worry turned my stomach.
I made a mental note to ask them about it later. They were always taking care of me, but who was taking care of them?
Rina made another sound of annoyance.
As champions, we technically outranked them, but the High Court made it clear that we had to make decisions together, and the lines of leadership were blurry. I’d thought the war structure made sense.
I’d been a fool.
Rina slapped her palms on the table for emphasis. Her voice went up a decibel as she said, “We need to find a solution. We can’t fight like this.” The angels nodded behind her like they were all in agreement.
Knox stood behind them with his arms crossed, but even he nodded in agreement.
Everything out of the angels’ mouths was garbage. A child’s fairy tale. Their emotional breakdown was useless in the grand scheme of war strategy.
They’d lost their minds.
If I’d wanted to make dumb decisions, I’d have asked Sadie for strategy advice. I loved her with all my heart, but the woman made bizarre choices in the heat of the moment.
She’d voluntarily mated to Cobra.
Enough said.
Rina let out a pitchy laugh and tapped her foot.
Beside me Jinx let out a long rattling sigh, and I agreed with the sentiment. Across the board, richly colored flames danced along Malum’s shaved head, and chalk snapped between his fingers.
Forty-one soldiers had not died fighting against the ungodly for the angels to have a crisis of consciousness. Only fifty-nine of us were left standing between the realms and the destruction of civilization as we knew it.
If I was going to be forced to lead a war, I wasn’t going to make stupid decisions to pander to emotional people.
I’d lost too much of myself to stop now.
Sweat dripped down my temple, and my skin tightened as it froze. I scrubbed at the side of my face to wipe it away.
Neither Jinx nor Malum had responded to Rina’s inane statement. Everyone was waiting for someone to take charge.
I swallowed down a scream because I wasn’t paid enough for this—actually, I wasn’t sure I was being paid at all.
