The strategy meeting was in the Obsidian Hall, which meant long tables, house crests on the wall, and twenty-something Solas alphas who'd spent their whole lives being told they were the best at everything.

I sat at the far end and kept my expression neutral.

Cassian stood at the head of the table with a map of the arena floor spread out in front of him. He'd been talking for four minutes. Clean, precise, no wasted words, laying out Solas's approach to the next round of Dominance Trials like ...