Claire’s point of view The silence stretched too long. I was aware of it, aware that I was sitting very still, aware that my hands were folded too tightly in my lap, aware that Cassius was watching me with that carefully neutral expression that told me he had prepared himself for whatever came next. He had known, walking through that door, exactly what he was carrying. He had accepted the tea and laughed at the right moments and waited until I was comfortable before he said it. I wondered, distantly, if Kade had asked him to do it that way. To soften it first. It didn’t feel soft. “He agreed,” I said finally. Not a question. Just the word, turned over, examined. “Yes.” “The elders pushed him.” Cassius didn’t answer immediately, and that answer was its own answer. “They made their case,” he said carefully. “The Alpha considered it and agreed.” “He considered it.” My laugh came out wrong, too short, too sharp, catching in my throat before it finished. “He considered reinstating
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