EPILOGUE

I sit in Zayne’s chair once again, his computer screen in front of me displaying four other males. The large screen in front of me connected to the computer displays the same for the others to see.

“And you are?” the voice is gruff. You’d think they’d know who I am with the number of hunters they’ve sent after me. I look at each of them, an older male, who looks to be around his late sixties in human age, sits at the top right screen. beside him is a light-haired male, younger. at the bottom left is a middle-aged male with a bald head and black eyes, and the last is a dark-haired male also young. As it has for nearly eight years now, the fifth council seat remains unoccupied.

I fight a smirk pulling at my lip when I say “Alina, you probably know me as the Sliver one”

Two of them gasped loudly, the bald-headed one remains quiet, not an ounce of expression on his face. I let that sit for a moment. I see them looking at my hair then my eyes, the technology, no matter how advanced mutes