“Son?” He looks at Cal, and I can see the slightest quiver in his fingers. But what he could possibly fear, I do not know. “I want to hear this from you.” “They’ve been part of this for a long time,” Cal mutters, barely able to say the words. “Since she came here.” “Both?” Tiberias turns away from Cal, to his forgotten son. He looks almost sad, his face pulling into a pained frown. His eyes waver, reluctant to hold his gaze, but Maven stares right back. He will not flinch. “You knew about this, my boy?” Maven nods. “I helped plan it.” Tiberias stumbles, like his words are a physical blow. “And
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