TIBERIUS POV

They say round the table, eyes stern.

All pissed. Irritated.

I could feel their rage. Their anger. Their eyes were filled with it.

I was upset too, but I concealed mine. This wasn't the right time for it.

“Are you taking us for a ride?” He barked, sitting at the head of the table.

“A ride? Of course not. Why would you think so?” I asked, pretending I had no idea what he was talking about.

“You are yet to fulfill your end of the bargain, and you know the implication of this. Time is precious to us.”

I sighed. “I'm still working on it, trust me. It's...