Corrupted Hunters?
Indignation, swift and fierce, danced in Amelia's eyes, her voice a whip that sought to cut through the mist of suspicion that hung heavy between them, "Such audacity, to cast accusations upon us, upon her! Do you think you can stand before the president, bearing the stain of this unfounded suspicion, without consequence?" Her words, sharp and biting, bore into the five with the heat of righteous anger.
A tremor, subtle but unmistakable, ran through Rachel's form, her lips quivering like leaves under the weight of a brewing storm.
The intensity of her gaze bore down upon the man, a silent, compelling force that caused him to dip his head, acknowledging the power and position she held.