REMI'S POV
The room cleared by three.
Margaret handled the catering team with the brisk efficiency of someone who had done this dozens of times. David Harlow left with a nod that communicated I noticed the Sterling conversation and I'm available if needed without using a single word. The pack members filed out with their individual assessments of the afternoon — I could read some of them, couldn't read others, filed the ones I couldn't read under watch and wait.
Dax and I were the last two in the room.
He was at the windows, jacket off and folded over a chair, looking at the city with the specific tiredness of someone who has been at high output for several hours and has just been allowed to stop. Not physical tiredness. The tiredness of sustained performance.
I sat on the edge of the
