Kael looked back out at the city.
“Do I get to meet him before deciding my fate in a political marriage?” he asked dryly.
Elira’s lips twitched. “I would insist.”
He considered that.
“Is he awful?”
“Unknown.”
“Is his father?”
“Yes.”
Kael sighed. “That tracks.”
—
The meeting with Darius Kade was set three days later.
Neutral ground.
No weapons—officially.
Elira arrived with Cassian and Idris.
Darius brought his son. Adrian Kade was exactly as the photograph promised. Calm. Observant.