Exile - Epilogue

I sat at the large conference table, every chair filled. The still recovering Doctor Evans sat in one of those chairs. He had woken up during my trip to the emergency meeting. Doctor Evans confirmed what we already knew. Mario was his attacker, not Michael. Despite not being an elder or on my council, but as one of Mario’s victims, I granted Doctor Evans the right to be here.

I tried to ignore Michael’s hand on my thigh. He was doing it on purpose. Over the course of the last month, I discovered he was a horrible tease, and seem to take great delight in making me all twisted up in knots at the worst times.

“So Koreyon, you’ve concluded your investigation,” I said, trying to brush off Michael’s hand. It didn’t work, and he just slid it farther up my thigh.

“I have,&rdqu