By the time Trevor reached Lucas's office, the evening light had cooled into the faint blue of twilight. The rain had stopped completely now, leaving faint streaks across the tall windows, the scent of wet stone drifting in through the narrow crack Windstone had opened "for air circulation."
The door opened quietly; Trevor never needed to announce himself. He was still in his crisp grey shirt from the meeting, the top button undone but everything else immaculate. Gold cufflinks caught the lamplight, matching the discreet ornament pinned to his collar, the Fitzgeralt crest newly adorned with Cressida's seal. A gift from his grandmother the day after they escaped, combined with emotional manipulation to allow her to visit more than Serathine. Trevor burned the piece of paper on which the message was written, but kept the seal out of spite.
