The Luminari Master Mage looked at the group with a measured gaze, choosing his next words carefully. His eyes swept the table. Wolf Princess on a dragon. Dragon Princess on a wolf. One attorney processing trauma. One sandwich-eating mage. And one man who Octavian did not know, but he looked like he was in charge.
"Once you discuss amongst yourselves," he said, "if there is a case study for this situation, if you could send it my way that would be helpful. I haven't found one yet."
He turned and left the room.
The door shut behind him.
Beta Draven's mouth opened. Closed. His eyes were on Guinevere, whose face was still burning crimson.
Damon was looking at her. His amber eyes moved from the crystal to Guinevere's red face to the crystal again and the circuit produced a conclusion he had seen coming but was hoping wouldn't. He was going to have to tell Nicholas, which was not going to be fun.
Blair's eyes widened, something finally clicking.
