"I REFUSE TO BE PART IN A WAR MY OWN KING STARTED!" Adrastea shouted, loosing her temper once more and throwing her chair across the room.
"We don't want a war," Adrianna told her quietly, trying to keep her composure.
Adrastea rolled her eyes and peered at Adrianna, burrowing down into the very pit of her soul.
"You already have one."
"Please, if you two would just get along, we might be able to solve this," Chandra tried to reason.
Dagon looked at Diomedes with a confused expression, than turned his attention to Adrastea.
"If your own king started this war, as you say, then why are you not part of it?" he asked reasonably.
Adrastea snapped her head in his direction with that same cold gaze, but he remained completely calm.
"He may be my king, but it makes my stomach lurch to have to admit it," Adrastea told Dagon in a low voice.
"Everyone! Calm down! I know it's a mismatched group, but you're the best we've got," Cephalus interrupted, seeing where this was heading.
Marcy swallowed hard and walked slowly behind Weland. This was not what she had signed up for.
"Huh, yeah," Diomedes mumbled.
"If they don't kill each other first."
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