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"Calm your spirit, Master Ashworth."Madam Edith's voice was soft but deliberate, her staff striking the floor with a single, firm tap — less a sound, more a statement. The kind of statement that said 'I am the oldest person in this room, and I will not repeat myself.'Deimon said nothing. His jaw clenched, his chest still tight with something he couldn't cleanly name. Was it the boy's tone? His posture? The lazy, unbothered way he occupied space in a room full of people who could end him? Or was it simply the fact that he had spoken at all — sat there in front of the Blood-moon Scion and opened his mouth like the floor was already his?He couldn't tell. And that, perhaps, was the most infuriating part."His ways are not what we can address as respectful," Edith continued, her gaze steady. "Not before a Blood-Scion. Not before an Alpha." Her eyes moved briefly to Romulus, then back. "But he speaks the truth. He speaks as though the spirits themselves are guiding his tongue. So let us