He shrugged the suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor without looking at it. Rolled his sleeves up to the elbow.
Looked at the stairs. "Another long night." He sighed.
His phone screen was cracked down the middle but it still worked. He called Ashlynn.
It rang twice. Three times. Then —
"Hello?" Background noise. Music. The particular ambience of The Gilded Room still running at full capacity like the city hadn't spent three days talking about her name.
"One of your friends came after me." He said.
A pause. Then — "I'm sorry?"
"Ethan Callahan. Destroyed my car. Grabbed me off the street after the assembly. I'm currently standing in whatever passes for his headquarters with four unconscious men and a ruined suit."
Silence on the other end. Then — "Caleb—"
