Xeon hadn't stopped growling since they left the tower.As soon as Fin entered the hall, all the whispers stopped.Riven sat by the hearth, flanked by advisors, posture crisp. He looked every inch the young tyrant trying desperately to project an old one.Fin settled into a chair. Colonel Sterling stood along the wall behind him, one shoulder against the stone, arms folded, watching everything with the relaxed attention of a man who'd already decided how the room would end.Riven cleared his throat, forcing civility as he reached for the whiskey."Drink?""Please."Riven poured two glasses. Fin accepted his, nodding as though they were old friends instead of predators measuring distance."We'll speak plainly," Fin said.Riven smiled thinly. "Plainly works for me, Shadowclaw. Say what you came to say."Fin leaned back, whiskey in hand, perfectly at ease in a room that hated him."Here are the facts," he said. "You're bled thin. Your borders leak like a gutted boar. Your enemies are cir
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