MINE IN EVERY LIFETIME
Chapter Eighty Two — Reckoning
The broadcast room was small.
Equipment on three walls.
The window on the fourth.
The square below.
The people in it.
The phones.
The files moving.
Aldren looked at all of them in the room.
At Mara.
At Edmund.
At Petra.
At Davan.
His eyes stopped on Davan.
Something moved through his expression.
Not surprise.
He had known Davan was gone.
He had known since before dawn.
He had known and moved anyway.
That was the specific quality of a man who had calculated every outcome and had chosen this one regardless.
Then he looked at Caius.
He looked at his son for a long time.
At the grey eyes.
At the jaw.
At the man standing in the doorway with no walls and nothing between him and the room.
"You look like your mother,"
