"Thank every god still employed."
Liam's mouth twitched despite himself.
Mezos sighed like a man burdened by gods, leaned back into his chair, and reached for a specific tab.
Noah's expression flattened into resignation.
Kamal glanced once toward the door.
Arik's attention sharpened immediately.
'There it is again,' Liam thought. 'Agaronian silence before consequence.'
Mezos opened a second projection above the table. It was not the schedule this time. It was a map of the diplomatic residence, the lower service arteries beneath it, the controlled paths leading toward Lab V, and several red-marked zones that Liam recognized immediately as places no one should have been able to map without either years of local access or a criminal disregard for Wrohan sovereignty.
Possibly both.
"If Lord Liam returns to Lab V," Mezos said, "he cannot go alone."
Liam stared at him, then he looked at Arik, then Noah, and then Kamal, because apparently even breakfast now required witnesses.
