Defenseless

“What are you talking about?” Ambrose spat, leaning forward in his chair. His full attention now on the dark Lord, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

It wasn’t entirely an act, when Sephora’s eyebrows furrowed, looking confused at Vince. What did he mean by surrender? He said nothing in their plan about wanting Ambrose to surrender. Surely all he had to do, was wait for Sephora to find him a route to the veil-stones. For Vince to be asking for a surrender, would mean-

“What is he talking about?” Ambrose whirled upon Sephora, his green eyes flashing with confusion and wrath.

Sephora almost trembled at the anger in his voice, but she could only shake her head, “I – I don’t know.”

She turned her head to Vince, who seemed to be enjoying their confusion. Ravyn had gone silent over in the corner, and was now staring at Sephora wide-eyed, no doubt suspecting the worst. Even Joe now looked to Sephora, his dark eyes questioning. But Sephora didn't dare say a word, not when she could possibly