Damien’s POV
Rhen arrived at noon without calling ahead. That was the tell. He always called ahead. The fact that he walked through my hospital room door carrying a locked briefcase and wearing the specific expression he reserved for information he didn't want to deliver in pieces told me everything before he said a word. He set the briefcase on the foot of my bed. He worked the combination with his back slightly turned, which meant he needed a moment. Six years as my second and I knew his tells the way I knew my own. He took out a single document and held it out. I took it.
I read it twice. When I finished the second read I put it down on the blanket and looked at the window. "Say it out loud," I said.
Rhen pulled the chair close and sat down with his elbows on his knees. "Selara filed
