Damien arched a brow slightly as Councilor Julian's young, nervous face peeked inside, blinking rapidly as he took in the room before him. His mouth opened slightly as if to say something, but before a word could escape, a large, rough hand shoved him forward.
"Move, kid."
Julian stumbled clumsily into the room, nearly losing his balance before catching himself. He spun around to glance back at Councilor Nolan, the hulking, broad-shouldered man stepping in behind him.
Nolan's permanent scowl deepened as his eyes swept the room, briefly locking gazes with Argilia and Petrov before shifting to Damien.
