Cassian was mentally exhausted. Of course, he didn’t allow an ounce of that to show in his demeanor. He was more like a snake, quietly watching, poised to strike out against all that had been unfolding in his kingdom, starting at the top.

The meeting with Hadrian had been productive. Cassian made it clear that fixing this was Hadrian’s primary responsibility—above any other pursuits he might have, personal or professional. Cassian would have tabs kept on the Captain Commander. He didn’t blame the man for what transpired, but he would blame him if nothing changed.

With their affairs coming to a close, Hadrian said his final word. Cassian stared up at the Captain Commander, a new wave of anger rushing through. Someone familiar with him might have seen it in his gaze. Perhaps Hadrian felt it. Regardless,

“That should be easy enough to discern, I would think.” He said simply, an edge in his tone. They kept meticulous records of military potions, did they not? If there was foul play about then those responsible needed to face consequences.

“I do not want a single guilty man or woman left unpunished.” And did he need to say more? Cassian expected Hadrian to dismiss himself.