Liam's POVThe whiskey in my glass had gone warm.I hadn't touched it in twenty minutes. I was sitting behind my desk in a black fitted shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, staring at the wall like it had personally offended me, while Rixon stood on the other side of the desk looking like a man delivering news he had rehearsed three times on the way here and still wasn't ready to say out loud."Just say it," I told him.Rixon exhaled. He was dressed sharp as always, dark jacket, collar open, his braids pulled back, the kind of man who looked composed right up until you looked at his eyes. Right now his eyes were telling a different story. "Noah was released."The room went very quiet."Released? As what…" I repeated."This morning. His grandfather petitioned the council directly, bypassing the tribunal entirely. Three elder votes, sealed decision." Rixon shifted his weight. "They couldn't strip his position either. His grandfather sits on the founding council, Liam. Politically it was
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