Logan's POV
Another sneeze tore through me, the fifth one in fifteen minutes. My head snapped forward as I rubbed my irritated nose, wondering if someone was gossiping about me somewhere. Old wives' tales, but still.
My father's sharp gaze cut across the conference table toward me. "Are you paying attention?"
I ignored him completely, still massaging my nose. The elders continued their endless chatter, their voices blending into meaningless noise until Elder Maverick's palm cracked against the mahogany surface.
"This situation is spiraling beyond our control," he announced with theatrical gravity. "Even the Praetor's wife was attacked within our borders. The humiliation is unbearable."
I almost laughed out loud. Humiliation? The real embarrassment was watching these old fools sit here for hours, talking themselves in circles while accomplishing absolutely nothing. They seemed to think discussing problems was equivalent to solving them.
