Chapter 17: Solution?
— So, you brought me here to kill me?
My voice, cold and sharp, broke the silence, and the air around us immediately tensed. A shiver ran through the group, a breath suspended between uncertainty and threat.
Each of their gazes became sharper, and as if an invisible signal had been given, hands instinctively moved to weapons. The metallic sound of blades brushing against leather sheaths echoed faintly but enough to make the tension palpable.
I was well aware of the weight of my question. It wasn't just a question; it was a challenge, a veiled accusation.
The group, suddenly on alert, watched my movements, every breath held, ready to react to the slightest threat.
I wasn't stupid. I knew a sacrifice was inevitable, but the question was: who would make the first move?
— ANTHONY!
A strong and firm voice, as sharp as a blade's strike, stopped me in my tracks. It was Janna.
She stood up, her piercing gaze fixed on me, and with undeniable authority, she ordered:
— Sit down now and listen to the rest of the conversation before jumping to conclusions!
Her presence commanded respect, and despite the prevailing tension, I didn't dare reply. Every word she spoke seemed to weigh heavily in the air, and even those who had hesitated to react froze under the strength of her voice.