The next morning, Tristan called Shannon and Mira into the study.
Outside the window, the courtyard stirred with merchants' wagons, proof that word of the new venture had already spread.
Tristan's voice was steady, though the circles under his eyes betrayed a sleepless night.
"It's final. Kim has begged off. He'll finish the contract at the manor, but he will not stay on for the caravan wards."
Mira leaned back in her chair with a sigh. "I told you his decision would not change. He meant it."
Shannon's face was unreadable. "What reasons did he give you?"
"Same reasons he gave you. That he wasn't consulted," Tristan said. "And… personal matters. With Therese. My sister confirmed their fallout."
Mira made a face. "Personal matters. Saints above, off all the times."
Shannon's voice cut through. "Personal or not, the result is the same. He leaves."
