Chapter 157

The room was small, lit by a single torch that threw the men’s faces into hard relief. Huxley stood at the head of the table, flanked by only two other men with faces tight with anger. The air between them tasted of impatience.

Huxley had gathered the men who opposed Cassidy’s proposal, summoning them to a secret room under the cover of night.

Peace was not an option. Not here. Not after what the