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Duncan and I swept out into the dining hall, and it was like rolling out of the pan and into the fire. The tension that had been tolerable before Kedie’s shattering entrance was now visible on most of the faces of those present. Brix for his part looked annoyed, and the Frost pair were on the verge of being vexed.
Greylock sat at the head of the borderline chaos with a pensive expression on his face. He had his elbows on the table and his fingers clasped together so he could rest his chin atop them. At our entering he showed a look of regret. I couldn’t blame him. I regretted coming, too.
“I will ask again,” Maxwell growled as he looked over the company. “Which one of you sabotaged the door to the bathroom and injured my mate?”
Mira scoffed as she leaned back and folded her a
