•DIORA•
My heart hung in my throat as I shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time. My eyes darted to and fro the two intimidating men, whose chilling aura seemed to control the coldness that lingered in the room.
David had his eyes fixated on his son, his jaw so rigid and his lips set in a grim line. Vienna sat right next to him, still wearing a smile that was obviously to ease the tension in the room. David and Axel occupied the seats at the two ends of the table, which looked like throne chairs and Vienna was on David's left while I was on Axel's right.
Axel's expression didn't mirror his father's, he looked rather bored like he didn't want to be here and he wanted to make it clear to his father and that was getting on David's nerves so badly.
Vienna cleared her throat, a little loud
