Promised Hell

Blaire: I knew Emmett had told me before hand but when Sue summoned me to head into the chamber and serve cups of hot tea, nothing ever prepared me for the gigantic wave of tension and intensity that nearly knocked me off my balance. With my head lowered, I bowed in respect to the higher authorities seated around a huge table. I gently began pushing the trolley, carefully reminding myself not to make a mistake, meaning that I had to keep my darn nerves in control. I felt London's gaze on me the moment I walked in, and when I looked up, our eyes collided, his steel-gray orbs burning with such fervor that it made me suck in a breath and immediately look away, for I feared a heart attack. I tried my hardest to zone out on the conversation going on, not wanting to be called upon later, and drilled about what I might have heard. I began serving from the right end, trying to prolong my encounter with London. I gently served all the way down to a white-haired man, bowing to each Alpha and wha