REMI'S POV
We did not go straight home.
Marcus, who had made a reservation two weeks earlier because Marcus anticipated the shape of things, took us to a restaurant four blocks from the authority building — the whole room, twelve seats, the people who had been in it from the beginning. Emory and Marisol. Cressida. Patricia. Marcus and Sarah. Eleanor had gone back to the estate; David Harlow had excused himself with the professional discretion of a man who understood the difference between the formal proceeding and what came after. But the eight of us sat in the warm room and ordered and let the evening be what it was.
We talked about things that had nothing to do with the hearing.
Marisol told a story about the Moonhaven pack's new year gathering that had involved a territorial dispute
