I woke up and nothing was on fire.
This was so unusual that I lay still for a full minute, cataloguing the silence, waiting for my phone to ring with something terrible.
It didn't.
Zevran was asleep. Hair unsorted. One arm across me with the unconscious certainty of someone who had decided where they were and had no interest in revising that decision.
I looked at the ceiling.
The prosecution was done. Crone was sentenced. Vael was convicted. Tael Briss was in a room with a lawyer. The secondary network was being handled. The Cael Orin situation was resolved. The council review was won. The five cleared candidates had been called. The outer territories had been visited.
The record was corrected.
I lay there and tried to find the next emergency.
There wasn't one.
Solène stretched in
