At least, Jude thought, the chairs in the meeting room were comfortable to sit in for hours.
It had been three of those since Klaus had disappeared with the rest of them to talk about his secret plan to save the world. Or destroy the world. Jude wasn’t sure there was a difference. They were upstairs in one of the meeting rooms; their power was obvious to everyone in the meeting room.
They’d talked themselves into a stale silence, questions like ‘do you think they’ll kill him’ and ‘it won’t really come to a war, will it’ and ‘would Nathen even win’ and ‘would we really be okay with that much collateral damage’ circling around the room endlessly and never answered because they didn’t have any answers, because all of them, honestly, and they’d realized this after a while, were permutations of the same questions.
What does Klaus really want? Are Cameron and Raphael going to give it to him?
And nobody knew.