(Rene)Levi Knox unnerves me because he’s so soft-spoken, while simultaneously imbued with divine authority.The great room is full and dead quiet.My pack along one wall, the Myr along the other, Maliyah at the head of hers like she's the one presiding.Parker is seated in a chair in the middle, unrestrained, because the Warden decreed that there should be no chains, and what a Warden asks for, he gets.Knox stands where the window light finds him, exuding a calm that seems to cost everyone in the room but him.He's been at this an hour and barely asked a question.His method seems to be to just look at people until the room tells him what it knows.It’s a stupid, frustrating way of doing things, that tells nobody else what he learns, or even if he learns any bloody thing.He looked at me twice.I gave him a wall and a headache and nothing under it.Both times he moved on, but the second time he held a half-second longer, like he'd caught a loose thread and decided not to pull it yet
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