Nathan’s POV_ Elias did not call like a father who had heard his son was hurt. He called like a man who had received a file. The phone lit midmorning while Miles was still forcing coffee into me and Kane was on the other side of the table tracking where Rowan’s packet had already been forwarded. Theo had gone to morning skate to keep the room from inventing reasons for my absence. The apartment smelled like toast and soap and the thin metallic edge of too little sleep. When my father’s name crossed the screen, the whole table went quiet. Miles’s eyes found mine. “You don’t have to answer.” “If I don’t, he escalates on incomplete information,” I said. “That’s how he prefers it.” I took the call standing by the window, spine straight out of old training, Miles close enough that I could feel the heat of him without turning. “Nathan,” Elias said. No greeting. No inquiry into my health. “I have received concerning context regarding your private conduct and a subsequent attempt to ma
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