We rolled into Eldermarch a little after noon.
Callum drove, one hand on the wheel, the other grinding at his jaw. Every time he did that, it meant he was trying to think five disasters ahead.
Sorin was in the back with a stack of notes, reading the same pages for what had to be the tenth time.
"Cyrus is coming loaded," Callum said as we pulled up outside the palace. "He's had two weeks to cook something up."
"Good," I said. "Maybe it'll finally be interesting."
Callum shot me a look.
"I mean it. If he's spent two weeks polishing the same old bullshit, I'm almost offended."
The Assembly chamber was already filling up. More people than last time.
Great.
Word had spread. Everybody smelled blood and wanted a front-row seat.
The Night Court was already perched up on their platform looking as smug as ever. Half of them looked concerned and pissed off already. The other half looked like they'd rather be anywhere else but still wanted everyone to know they were important.
