Chapter Twenty-Three

The room falls silent as we enter and all eyes land on us. The circular room was large and filled with chairs that sat in a circle with the exception of a path leading to the center of the room. A few people sat in the chairs, waiting to see the show. I swallowed hard when my eyes landed on the four individuals standing in front of me. They weren’t dressed in any sort of formal clothing, but they’re tall build and muscles definitely intimidated me. 

The man in the middle sighs irritably upon seeing Zak as we walk to the middle of the room. He had a black shirt that fitted to him and blue jeans. His golden hair was pushed back away from his face that was hidden beneath a full beard. It was dim and hard to make out many features. “You know you’re not allowed to be here, Zakariah.” He crosses his arms over his chest, much like a parent scolding a child.

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