The meeting with President Sovan ended without anyone attempting murder, possession, ancient ritual, or the resurrection of another dead imperial relative.
Liam found that suspicious.
He waited until the doors of the private salon closed behind the last Edravan minister before narrowing his eyes at Arik.
His husband noticed immediately.
"What?"
"I am waiting."
Arik removed the formal clasp at his throat and set it on the narrow table beside the windows. Morning sunlight spilled across Verera below, catching on the river and the blue-glass government towers clustered along its banks, while the mountains they had crossed only hours earlier rose dark beyond the city.
"For?"
"Something strange."
Arik looked at him.
Liam crossed his arms.
