The Web Tightens
Helena strode into the lavishly appointed office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
The lavishness of the Odinson coven's headquarters was on full display, a nod to their wealth and power. But Helena's focus was on the man seated behind the massive desk. Thor, the leader of the Odinson coven.
Thor rose as she entered, his broad frame casting an imposing shadow. "Captain Helena," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble. "What brings the peacekeepers to my door?"
Helena offered a tight smile, her eyes cold. "Good evening, Thor Odinson. I believe we have some important matters to discuss."
He motioned for her to sit, and she did so with the grace of a predator settling into a waiting position. Thor remained standing, his eyes wary. "Important matters? This sounds ominous."
If only he knew.
Helena's smile didn't waver as she stared at him. "Let's not waste time, Thor. You'll want to be seated for this."