POV: LyraPetra had arranged a private room at the back of a restaurant two streets from the council building.Not formal, That was the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door. No council insignia, no long table designed for proceedings, no chairs arranged to communicate hierarchy. Just a round table large enough for all of us, candles in the centre, the particular warm light of a room that had been set up by someone who understood that what we needed tonight was not a debriefing.It was a table. Ronan came in beside me and his hand found the small of my back briefly as we moved through the door, a small ordinary gesture that I felt in the specific way you feel things when you have stopped bracing for them.We sat. Ronan beside me. Kieran across from me, beside Calla, who had come from the council building in the same car and had spent the drive looking out the window with the expression of someone taking stock of a day that had contained more than most years. Cassian was
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