“You asked if I was ready to leave the court,” I said.
His jaw flexed.
“I asked if you were ready to rearrange your life.”
“No, you said leave the court in your head.”
His eyes narrowed faintly.
“You cannot prove that.”
“I am an attorney. I can prove anything with enough confidence and a decent leverage.”
His mouth curved despite himself.
I stepped closer.
“There must be a supernatural courtroom somewhere.”
Caelin blinked.
I watched the thought hit him.
Then bloom.
Then absolutely take over his face.
Oh no.
There he went.
The man lit up like I had just handed him a future and permission to start building furniture inside it.
“There is,” he said slowly.
“Of course there is.”
“There are Council hearings. Pack disputes. Inter-pack treaties. Property claims. Covens. Witches.
