ROWAN
Corvin called the meeting for seven in the evening and did not explain what it was about.
He did not need to. The fact that he was calling it at all — the day after he came home to a pack that had nearly burned without him, the day after four hours behind a closed door with Freya, after which he had come out with the face of a man who had put down something heavy and was not sure he felt lighter for it — told me enough. I had known my father my whole life. When Corvin gathered the family without explanation, the explanation was something he needed to control the delivery of.
I was in the dining room first.
I am always in the room first. The habit formed before I was old enough to choose it and it has never left me. A room you enter first is a room you have read before anyone else starts performing in it. I took the chair to the right of the head of the table and set my hands flat on the wood and waited.
Amaris came in two minutes later.
