Arik found Liam exactly where he expected him to be.
Three levels below the administrative wing, standing in front of the sealed corridor leading toward the trial chamber with his arms folded and an expression that suggested the security field had personally insulted him.
Cassian stood several meters away.
The commander took one look at Arik approaching with Kamal and immediately stepped aside.
Liam wore dark trousers, low boots, and a fitted black jacket with the mate stone mounted into a narrow gold fastening at his chest. His brown hair had been tied loosely at the nape, presumably because he intended to work rather than attend another diplomatic meeting, and his crimson eyes narrowed the moment Arik stopped beside him.
"You denied the authorization."
"I delayed it."
"That is bureaucratic language for denied."
"I learned from two months of diplomacy."
Liam pointed toward the sealed doors.
"I was Enki."
"Yes."
"The trial chamber recognizes me."
"It does."
