The league office was cold and grey.
Sebastian had been here before, for meetings about fines and suspensions. But this time felt different. This time, he was not the one in trouble. He was the one bringing the trouble.
Julian sat beside him in the back seat of the car, the folder of evidence on his lap, his hand gripping Sebastian's. His knee was still healing, but he had insisted on coming. There was no way he was going to miss this.
"You are quiet," Sebastian said.
"I am thinking."
"About what?"
"About the last time I was in that building. My father brought me when I was eighteen. He wanted me to meet the commissioner. He said it was about my future." Julian's voice was flat. "It was about his future. I was just a prop."
Sebastian squeezed his hand. "Not anymore."
"No. Not anymo
