This was an emergency.
Not the headline kind. Not sirens, explosions, or breaking news banners. The quieter, more exhausting kind, where every problem technically counted as "handled," but only because Christopher spent his days stitching disasters back together with his bare hands.
He'd been jumping from crisis to crisis for so long it barely even registered as escalation anymore. Dax had finally settled down, finally, after making absolutely sure Varlen understood something very clearly: the only reason Rohan was still politically stable was Heather, and cooperation in locating Benedict and Adonis was not a polite diplomatic favor. It was an expectation.
That call should've blown up into a diplomatic nightmare.
It didn't.
And the reason it didn't was Christopher.
