Because of the audacity of it, was either the bravest or the most reckless thing Grayson had done all evening.
Xavier's own words were returned to him with the same inflection, the same tempo, the same carefully neutral tone.
Xavier's jaw twitched, and then he turned on his heel.
"We're done here." He addressed Colonel Vane. "Log the agreements. Have operational terms drafted by oh-six-hundred. Then send them to Lt. Hawn before joining Mr. Maxwell's party."
Colonel Vane saluted. "Yes, sir."
And just like that, the meeting was done, and Xavier shook hands with Grayson. His eyebrows slightly furrowed at the contact. Their hands weren't gripping that tight, but he was sweating hard.
With both of them puzzled at each other's reactions, they failed to notice that in Grayson's bracelet, one of the pearls turned completely black.
After releasing their hands, Xavier walked out of the tent, which seemed to be quite in a hurry.
