Lirael's POV

First thing Monday morning, Nathan asked me to come to his office. I dropped into one of the chairs on the other side of his desk and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin from the tray his assistant laid out for him every morning. He never ate any of it.

“I’m assuming you want to know how the trip to Chicago went?” I said when he didn’t look up from the papers in front of him. It was a classic Nathan power play that he had learned from Dad. I had become immune to it long ...