She found herself sitting in her office, absently staring at the wall.
Davis was in torpor. Blackbird had lost her shit. Mable destroyed a meeting room.
And she had a Life Boon.
Not how one expects an evening to go. Not even close. And yet, here it was.
Rubbing her forehead, she sends a message to Twist, seeing if she had time for a quick talk.
The Judex needed to be brought up to speed. Davis was an Invictus despite how he acted. With a light hand, but a heavy dead heart, she places a hand on Cain’s head.
She was seated on the couch, dressed casually in black dress pants and a button-down black silk blouse. Which was her attempt at trying a new style.
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