Nan’s POV
I have never seen a man so fearful in my life.
A tremor went down his frame the entire time he spoke. The expressionless façade I knew him by was in shambles. He babbled between disjointed explanations and coherence.
Lionel glares silently. Still towering over the frightened man. But then Mrs. Wolfsbane tries to cut in.
“Who dare you accuse me? I have nothing to do with-” She screeches.
Lionel snarls animalistically. “SILENCE!”
Mrs. Wolfsbane does so mulishly. A resentful sneer only just kept at bay. I think Mr. Darren might faint at the command.
Lionel crosses his arms over his chest. “Mr. Darren, explain. Slowly.”
Said man gulps nervously. “She approached me first. A few days before the final meeting amongst the coordinators.”
‘That’s not surprising,’ I note. ‘It
