“It’s a stupid thing to forget; one day you’ll touch the wrong person, and it will get you killed,” I mutter under my breath.
Legion just laughs. “I’ve heard you were hard.”
Mordecai grabs him and pulls him away, which is a good thing because my temper is soaring. I think if he hadn’t been Resistance, I might like him, though. Maybe is a world far from this one.
Bear approaches, and I glower even harder. The cocky swagger and confident leader aren’t being masked by the chains now. His arrogance is almost a crime.
“You left us!” I accuse.
He shrugs. “I did, but it was for a good cause.”
And therein lies my entire issue with the Resistance. They don’t care about stomping people in order to achieve the bigger picture.
“I want to introduce you to my council of leaders.”
I stare at him, listening to the nuances of words. There are two things wrong with that sentence: introducing me and council. He doesn’t give anything away though as he gestures for a handful of people to approach.
“This is Marshall.” I take in the tall man. He’s got dark skin and dark brown hair down to his shoulders. He looks intelligent and deadly. An alpha that has a reputation even I have heard of. His aura is nice and calm, though, but he must be wearing scent suppressant patches because I can’t catch even a trace of scent on him.
“It’s nice to meet you, Keres.”
I stare at him, refusing to be drawn into this meet and greet. Next, I’m introduced to a middle-aged man named Banks. He gives me a wide smile that doesn’t reach his brown eyes. Again, frustratingly, there is absolutely no scent.
Benji is next. He looks younger than me and has messy dark brown hair and pale skin; he could pass for a corpse. He doesn’t smile at me; in fact, he doesn’t react to me at all. I almost like him more because of it.
Legion points out Hernan, who bobs his head and then stomps off, snapping orders to people, who jump to do his bidding.
“Hernan is in charge of our supplies and making sure everyone has what they need. Banks is an expert on Foreen, and Benji is one of my best fighters,” Bear explains proudly.
I turn my head and study Bear, wondering how quickly I would die if I hit him.
“What does Legion do?”
“Legion is my left-hand man; he does a bit of everything,” Bear says, and to add insult to injury, he winks at me. “And last but most importantly, I have Amelia, who is in charge of omegas; Ava, who is my spy master; and Charlotte, who goes out and explores territories before we can get there.”
Amelia has tanned skin, black hair and eyes. She watches me with a welcoming smile and stars in her eyes. Ava is blond and has her eyes on Jarek, which irritates me to no end, and Charlotte has red hair and a wide welcoming smile that she gives me before drifting off. None of them are showing even a trace of their scents, just a flat, almost nullified chemical scent.
“Your entire cabinet is here,” I say flatly, unimpressed.
Bear starts and then lets out a roar of laughter that draws the eyes of everyone around us. “I didn’t know you knew that much about the Resistance.”
I snort. “I make it my business to know. How did you get everyone here without getting them all killed, Bear?” My voice has risen, and I sense the Resistance is closing in on me.
Cadel steps in front, stopping Benji from getting closer. When the latter flashes a hand out, intending on grabbing me, Cadel acts faster and boots him in the chest, sending him flying.
I blink as he travels a good ten feet before crashing into people who are anxiously watching our interaction.
“No one touches Keres,” Cadel snarls low and deep. His warning travels from one end of the massive room to the other, and every person lowers their eyes.
Bear watches him with interest. “Where did you say you were from?”
“None of your business, Bear,” I snap, jumping in for Cadel so he doesn’t have to answer.
I step back, frustrated and ready to leave, but Mordecai steps in front of me and glares at his leader.
“Stop it.”
“I was just—”
