But when Cain finally stood in front of two huge doors, pushing one open, Violet watched as his arm muscles bulged like he was straining against it. She almost found it hard to breathe as her sight settled on the six individuals seated around a table, their people standing behind them.
The pressure in the room was heavier than usual, and it only got worse when she realized that the moment they entered, while all of them glanced at Cain, their focus settled completely on her. She caught hints of anger, surprise, and disregard in their gazes—enough to make her knees quiver as she realized who they were and where she stood.
It's like a meeting of world leaders, and I—a commoner—have been made to attend.
Their gazes made her feel like she was nothing but a bug, and it wasn't until she felt Cain's arm around her waist squeeze ever so slightly that she was able to catch her breath as she heard him speak.
