Fresh off his conversation with Marcus and Talia, Nathaniel dispatched them to collect Bret. While they took a train north, Nathaniel hopped on a southbound one to visit with Natali. Nathaniel convinced her to travel west and extend Kethra the same invitation to meet with all the regional leaders with great effort. When all four leaders arrive at the capital building’s burnt-out remains, Nathaniel proposes an alternative plan for survival. Will the gathered leaders agree with Nathaniel’s proposal? Or will Kethra hijack the meeting to seize control from Nathaniel?
Nathaniel drummed his fingers against the table’s edge as his scowl deepened. With quivering lips, Nathaniel thrust a finger towards Kethra, “Would you stop dragging this meeting out and vote already?”
“We’re not finished discussing the issue.”
Nathaniel slammed his hand against the table, “If you’re not going to vote, we’re done.”
Kethra’s mouth twisted into a sneer, while her fingers tightened around her riding crop. She bit down on her trembling lip as her fingertips turned white. She ripped her gaze away from Nathaniel and scanned the other leaders, “I have the right to argue my point.”
All eyes whipped toward the source, finding Marcus leaning against the table.