Everyone was sent out of the house. Guards stood outside. Some on the porch, others others on the roof. Not even a fly could get inside.
Sienna threw herself down on a sofa and spread her arms. "Alright, out with it, both of you. No wasting time, just get directly to the point. I am not a child or idiot tax payer for the falcons. Let's start with Paris Rocland, my not so smart DNA donator. What did he do?"
Both men remained silent.
She rose, "I guess I will go and agree to Edris's terms then."
Her grandfather's aura surged again, rattling the walls. "Don't even think about it."
Elias's tails lashed. "Sienna, some truths are poison."
She crossed her arms. "Poison or not, I want it bottled and labeled."
The tension thickened.
"Do I need to summon my pan?" She screamed in frustration.
Grandpa Corven sighed. "Sienna your father was mixed up in something bad. It wasn't a case of immorality like most people whisper."
