Action Required

Frustrated, Cassidy sat down, banging her fists on the table hard enough for it to rattle. Elliott’s eyes went to Christian Henry, who hadn’t spoken at all the entire duration of the meeting, an oddity in itself. He had been the last victim of Cassidy’s rage. The table looked much better than Christian’s face had once the half-Vampire, half-Hunter was done with him. Elliott had laughed when he watched the video, and he found himself suppressing a chuckle now.

He was pretty sure he hadn’t made a sound, but Cassidy’s eyes were on him anyway, like she wanted him to say something. With a sigh, he dropped his chair back to the floor. “Aw, hell, Cass. I don’t know. It seems unreasonable to just pour everything we’ve got into a place we aren’t quite sure needs it. Is this Daunator’s work? Maybe. But my understanding is he could take all of us out with one blast from his halitosis. Why would he need all of them?”