Six pairs of eyes turned towards the knock at the door.
Sesha pushed the door open, immediately focusing on the woman at the head of the table. Leaning back in her seat, both knee high black boots on the table, crossed casually at the ankle, the leader raised one eyebrow.
“I’ve been sent to let you know: our guest has returned.”
Slowly, eyes still on the newcomer, the woman at the front of the room swung one boot off the table and onto the floor with a heavy thud. When the clear gaze of the messenger didn’t falter, the second boot followed the first.
The leader stood and walked to the window. Immediately, everyone from the table scrambled to follow.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Hell Knows No King to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.