Modric’s POV
Roderic Ashbourne smiled like a man who had never once been forced to explain himself.
That irritated me before he even spoke.
We were standing inside one of the High Moon Council’s smaller judicial chambers, away from the public galleries. Mary Ann sat beside our legal representative. Kylian stood near the back wall. Councilwoman Elena and two investigators from the ethics chamber had taken the opposite side.
Roderic arrived with four lawyers.
Of course he did.
He was older than me, perhaps in his early fifties, broad-shouldered, silver-haired at the temples, and dressed in the formal black-and-gold colors of Ashbourne Pack.
His family was old.
Very old.
One of the names Viktor had given us when we first uncovered the Sovereign Houses.
And according to the financial
