What must be done

DEVON'S POV

I rolled my eyes, a grunted sigh parting my lips, evidence that I was failing to conceal the feeling of disdain that boiled within me. I looked up from the paper work on my desk, glaring at Jack, who was pacing back and forth, saying the moon goddess knows what. I couldn't care less about what he had to say; he should be grateful that I still let him have his head.

I just needed concrete evidence to put him behind bars, one I could show to the council without having elder Diego jump to his defense. Not that I could blame him though; Diego was Jack's father after all. It was only natural for him to want to protect his son. It's too bad his son was a bloody traitor. 

I clenched my fist, rumpling the paper in my hands as the burning fury of my glare intensified.