Voren had been in a foul mood ever since his best friend, Ravyn, was expelled from the Sovereign Circle. Sadly, he could do nothing about it because Ravyn was the one who set the rule about the cutting point.
The decision had come down like a blade, swift, merciless, and final. Voren had read the official notice twice, then crushed it in his fist. Ravyn didn't deserve it, not after everything he had contributed, not after the years of loyalty.
Worse still, Voren couldn't even bring himself to call and deliver the news. He knew Ravyn too well, how deeply the rejection would cut, how it would bruise the pride Ravyn carried like armor.
That morning, Voren had seriously considered clearing his desk, postponing his meetings, and flying with his jet straight to the Centenary Pack himself. Breaking such news deserved respect in the form of a face-to-face honesty.
