"That has to have a justification," Liam said, his brows furrowing with an engineer's doubt. "Did Felix do it?"
Kamal's eyes returned to him.
For a moment, he looked very old. Not frail, not weak, because his posture remained immaculate and his hands were still folded with the discipline of a man who had served too close to thrones, but old in the way of someone who had carried the same unanswered question for too many years.
"I do not know," Kamal said.
Liam stared at him. "But you tried to find out."
"Yes."
"Your people tried."
