Then the room changed.
Not loudly. Not with words, not immediately. It changed the way a room changed when something landed in it that nobody had prepared for and nobody knew how to process. I watched it move through the pack in a wave, starting at the front with the hierarchy where the shock hit hardest and fastest, and spreading back through the general members behind them.
Maren's folded hands came apart. She caught herself and put them back together but they'd come apart and I'd seen it.
Drace looked at the floor. Then at me. Then at Isla. Then back at me, with the expression of a man rapidly recalculating everything he thought he understood about the last five years and not liking where the numbers were landing.
Hadoc went completely still in a different way from before. The still
