REMI'S POV
Emory came back from Moonhaven the following Tuesday specifically for the Jade conversation.
He could have done it by call. He didn't. He arrived at the penthouse at ten with Cressida and the particular bearing of someone who has formed a view but wants to hear the full situation from the person in it before he commits the view to words. He sat at the kitchen island across from me — not slightly removed the way he'd positioned himself in the early meetings, but at the island itself, the way Marisol sat. Progress. I noted it.
Dax was at his side of the island. Cressida at the far end with her notebook. Marcus in the sitting room at the edge of the meeting — present, not positioning himself as a participant, in his listening mode. The particular quality of a morning that had or
