Chapter 311 Judiciary Elders

ABELLON

The room smelled of smoke and old pride. Every Thrayne man sat at that round table with seats that served as the thrones they were born entitled to.

I leaned back in my chair, tracing the rim of the glass in front of me while their voices clashed. It was a combination of old grievances and bruised egos, echoing through the main hall of the estate.

Five sons.

Four from the same mother, o