NEVA POV
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Mitch was in the back room with his phone face-up, which meant whatever he'd been sitting on while we dealt with Reine couldn't wait anymore.
I came in. He looked up. Something in his expression — not the alarming thing. Something older, more deliberate, the face of a man who'd been deciding whether to say something and had arrived at yes.
He held the phone out without preamble.
I looked at the screen.
A message. Erin Fell's firm again, but different chain — not to Holt this time. To Mitch's private professional line, which told me Edric had done his homework on every person in this compound before arriving.
*Mr. Avaro — my client has asked me to convey that the challenge to your professional credibility, filed as part of the Mallen-Castell council proceedings, has been
