As Fitz stood in the middle of his father"s darkened, empty office, he realized he had never been inside it when his father wasn"t there before. Ever. He looked back at the door behind him, belatedly wondering why the security system had let him inside. He must have permission. And if he had permission, that had to have come from his father?
But what could that possibly mean? His father didn"t trust him. At all.
At least he knew for sure now that the fact this room made him feel small and cold wasn"t a side effect of his towering, hot-headed father always being there. The absence of his father was felt, certainly. But the stone bookcases still towered over Fitz. The stone tiles under his bare feet were almost frigidly cold, a marked contrast to the warm tiles of his own rooms or the thic
