Betrayed

In the salon of the seaside manor house, eight scowling Elevenders sat around a long oval table made of cherry wood with dark inlays and burned-in ornaments. It had been in the owner's family for centuries and had seen meetings like this one. Meetings in which dark and threatening secrets were revealed and strategies of attack developed. But today's session, although so similar to the previous ones, was a different story. The conditions had changed. All team members, as well as Ezekiel, his wife Velvet and their eldest son Evrill, were more than aware of this.

"Well, Viktor, I have to be honest, I didn't expect what kind of luggage you had with you when I asked you into my house." Ezekiel said with his calm, deep baritone after giving him a brief update had given. He showed no trace of annoyance, only he furrowed his eyebrows seriously and worriedly as he reached over the table for the hand of his slim, petite wife. It was one of the little gestures, the tiny de