Rue’s POV

I had grown accustomed to the weight of responsibility again. My fingers moved steadily against the scrolls as I transcribed new supply routes, treatment schedules, mutation containment updates, practically everything Percy had entrusted to me.

Percy sat behind me, one arm draped loosely around my waist, his presence warm and solid at my back. He had insisted I sit on his lap instead of across the table, claiming it saved space. I knew better. He always did things with intention, ...