“Rejected,” Jamon said, walking into the Underground living room where Vi, Ryn and Natesa were already sitting. He tossed a scroll onto the table and flopped into an armchair. “It’s official. Kesh just received word.”
“I’m so sorry,” Natesa said, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.
On the couch beside Violet, Ryn leaned forward on his knees with a defeated sigh. “I thought you might actually have a chance this time.”
“I don’t understand,” Vi said, her hands clenching tightly in her lap. “I honestly thought they were open to the idea this time. That councilor I spoke to said they were presenting the idea favorably to the Seelie Court, and other guardians were looking into the weapon spells, and—”
“That’s the basis for the Guild’s refusal this time,” Jamon said, jerking his chin at t
