Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,109

being right when it’s the government that’s wrong,” Tallis added in a wise voice. “You must greet that danger head on.”

Cyler’s face grew red, and I sensed that his patience was wearing thin.

“Don’t view this as an offensive move,” Cyler explained. “It’s simply so that we can have an excellent defense . A tool that would only be used if we’re under attack. I’ve never been one to seek out opportunities for needless loss of life, Maverick. You of all people should know that.”

I watched as their argument grew and opinions continued to ping pong between everyone, each bounce increasing the tension in the room.

Before I knew it, Cyler and Maverick were yelling at one another while Huxley broke a wooden serving spoon by banging it against the table. Jacob, Kemper, and Patrick watched the madness unfold alongside me.

“I think maybe we should all have the opportunity to voice our concerns or wishes,” I suggested in a sure but low voice. This was the first time I’d seen a fight between my makeshift family, and it was jarring to say the least. I stood and made my way over to Maverick, then placed my hand in his, I wanted to show him solidarity and support.

“I think Heat is a very drastic defensive measure, and everyone has a right to feel concerned about the implications of this deal,” I began and instantly felt tension leave Maverick’s frame. I silently thanked Mistress Stonewell. She was cruel and uncaring, but she taught me how to command a room.

“However,” I began, “We must consider the dangers that are upon us. I think that we should look into increasing our defensive measures in the most efficient way possible. It’s a hard choice, and I respect Maverick’s need to preserve life. I think a vote makes the most sense.”

Cyler peered at me, and I saw a millimeter lift in his lips, indicating that he was pleased with my little speech. Every time I asserted myself, his eyes twinkled with satisfaction, and it spurred me further despite the itching self-consciousness that filled me.

“Fine.” Maverick sighed while gripping my hand harder. I felt like the anchor keeping him in control.

“Jacob?” I asked. Our eyes connected just before his head dipped and shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry, Maverick, but Kindle’s death could have been prevented. I support having Heat here in Dormas. As long as we approach it with the utmost care,” he quickly added.

“Patrick?”

“Against,” he replied with a shrug. His lips remained firmly pursed in a straight line. He provided no explanation for his vote, and his eyes shifted around the room as if he was nervous about his opinion and ready for others to judge him for choosing what he did.

“Huxley?”

“For. I’m tired of being the ant hiding from the magnifying glass,” he said. I briefly wondered if Huxley ever felt like an ant. It seemed implausible that someone so large and intimidating would ever feel so weak .

“Kemper?” I asked in a soft voice. I knew he was naturally gentler than the others and could sense I’d predict his answer.

“For. I want to know that I can protect those that I care about,” he said while his blue eyes caressed me with such adoration that my cheeks heated. His vote surprised me, but I respected his reasoning.

I looked at Cyler, and he nodded his head yes. I already knew what his answer would be. At the same time, Maverick shook his head no, while scowling deeply at anyone willing to look.

“I’m not sure if my vote counts, but in case anyone cares, I’m against it,” Tallis added, surprising me. His earlier comments made it seem that he was supportive of building our arsenal. “I’ve seen how Heat works. It’s a coward's weapon of choice. When I kill, I prefer to use a knife.” He pulled out a small dagger and began picking his teeth with the tip of it. “I like to see the whites fade in my enemy’s eyes as he dies,” he said menacingly with wide, wild eyes that shifted as he spoke, all traces of the wise and gentle leader gone.

“What’s your vote, Ash?” Jacob asked with an encouraging half-smile. His hands were folded in front of him, and he anxiously tapped his thumb against the wood of the table.

“I’m not sure my opinion counts, I’m not on the leadership council,” I replied while shuffling my feet uncomfortably.

Cyler waved his hand to dismiss my words. “Nonsense. We decided on your birthday that you were on