The dining hall was a portrait of impending doom. I watched as the High Council members lifted their glasses, toasts of "everlasting peace" hanging hollow in the air.Beside me, Gabriel took a long, deliberate sip of his wine. Opposite us, Matthew’s eyes gleamed with a feverish, sickly light. He watched Gabriel’s throat move as he swallowed. He watched me drink. He even watched the Council members drain their cups.The silence that followed was heavy. Then, the first glass hit the floor.The High Council leader gasped, his hand flying to his chest before he slumped forward, his forehead hitting the table with a dull thud. One by one, the guards at the door slid down the stone walls. Gabriel’s grip on my hand slackened, his head falling back, eyes rolling into his head.I felt the poison hit my system, and I let my body go limp, slipping from my chair to the cold floor."Finally," Matthew’s voice rang out, no longer whispered or hidden. He stood up, kicking his chair back. He walked to
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