Lena's POV
They brought him to the small receiving room off the main hall, the same kind of formal, wood paneled space where I had once faced my father's summons in Crestfall, except this time the ground beneath my feet belonged to Damien, and my father was the one standing on it without invitation.
I did not go to him immediately. I went first to Damien's study, where he was already waiting, a report from the gate wolves set aside on his desk, his expression carrying the particular controlled stillness that I had learned meant he was managing something carefully rather than reacting to it.
"He came alone," Damien said, before I had fully closed the door behind me. "No escort, no formal notice sent ahead. Rourke has him under watch in the receiving room."
"What does he want."
"He has
