CHAPTER 85CASSIAN'S POVIf bad news had a scent, I caught that scent before the messenger even reached the council chamber. The guards open the doors.A courier staggers in, with mud splashed to his knees. He carries a leather tube, sealed with six different wax emblems. I make sure to count them again. All six of them. Neighboring packs never agree on anything.The room goes silent at the sight. Beatrice accepts the message first, breaks the seals, and unfolds the parchment with measured hands. Her expression does not change, but her shoulders do.The way she went back to acting normal is something that I can barely understand. Nova isn't softening up to her, but I know that she will, as time goes by. For now, I don't know what emotions they have towards each other."The neighboring packs are requesting an emergency summit." She says, looking over at me. I cock an eyebrow.Jason leans forward. "Over the archive fire?""Partly." She says, looking over at him.Killian crosses his arms
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