The guard stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor. He opened it and stepped aside.
Guinevere walked in first.
Five people were sitting around a table in a windowless room. Maddox's sister was in the center chair with her hood down and her dark hair catching the overhead light. Damon Tavian was to her left. An attorney Guinevere had never seen was beside him with a leather satchel on the table. Beta Draven on his other side. And Brennan Pike was at the far end, bruised nose and all, sitting in a chair like a man who had been told to behave and was succeeding for the moment.
Her cuffed hands flew to her chest. The motion was involuntary, the hands arriving at her heart before the thought finished forming. The jingle of the chain undercut the emotion by exactly the amount the universe thought was appropriate, which was a lot, because this woman's most heartfelt moments had been soundtracked by handcuffs all week.
"You all came here for me." Her voice cracked.
