17
LINCOLN
Turns out, meeting your supposedly-dead grandmother and using latent magical skills? Not very conducive to sleep. I toss and turn for a while before deciding that if I keep it up, I’ll awaken Myla. My wife needs her rest.
After slipping on jeans and a T, I head into the study to do some kinging. Mostly, this involves sorting through piles of messages. Sure, the Beryl Xyston sits in the top drawer of my desk, but I’m able to ignore it.
I don’t think about the xyston while reviewing demon patrol routes.
I hardly consider the weapon while checking the latest taxes collected by the House of Kamal.
And I even pretend the xyston doesn’t exist while reviewing my parents’ royal schedules. Officially, Octavia and Connor are nowhere and doing nothing. There is no mention of anyone b
