Asher POV

If Asher was angry before, now he is livid as he stormed into the council hall with blood still soaked all over his clothes. All head turned to stare gingerly at him as all the muttering simply died down.

“Whose idiotic idea was it to send men after what’s mine?” Asher asked dangerously and threateningly, his eyes dark and filled with rage as he moved them through all the figures seated in the room.

Elder Marcus was the first to react with a cold glare at his direction.

“You really have forgotten where you are standing haven’t you? This great hall was built by your ancestors and have...