Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Four

RALPH'S POV

Estelle looked at us all, enjoying the looks of shock on the faces of the men. Then she walked over to me, and bent, placing a hand on the table, and the other behind my chair.

I wouldn't deny the ice in her eyes. Everything about her seemed cold, and although I hated her being that close to me, I did not budge. I stared at her right in the eye, without fear.

“You must be having a hard time, right?” She spoke softly. “Well, I've had a harder time.” She said, then straightened up, without taking her eyes off me for a second. She seemed to built for revenge, and in her eyes were the echoes of pain, and cold.

She took a few steps backwards, before giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes, then she turned away, walking out of the hall.

The elders all looked like they had been holding their breaths, and they let it out quickly, looking at each other.

“I believe we've discussed all we need to discuss.” I said, getting to my feet. Sitting around, doing nothing was something