breachbreaker
Of course he had survived. A venomous snake would easily crawl on its belly, slithering beneath the righteous, escaping what evils might plague those who chose to walk above it.
People moved from his path without prompting, his stormy expression warding off any who might have thought to question him as he stalked down the hall, his destination clear. He would not be diverted this time. There might not be another opportunity such as this, to strike at the man who had ruined enough lives as to defy imagination.
The Ambassador rose from her desk as Fenris neared the War Room’s door, one hand lifted, her mouth opening to greet him and abruptly closing as he shot her a look dark enough to quickly change her mind.
“Inquisitor.” The doors he’d pushed wide slammed back against the wall and echoed loudly down the hall as he paused before the table that separated them, his shoulders squared as if he expected something more fight than words in response. “I need your help.”
