Raven stood at the edge of the war room, arms loose at her sides, posture straight.
The long table stretched in front of her, maps glowing under the overhead lights, red markers showing the crippled Caruso supply line. All seven Guardians were already seated. No one had left. That alone felt different.
Gabriel sat at Vincent's right hand, arms folded across his broad chest, the Iron Wall giving nothing away except the single nod he offered when their eyes met. Dante leaned back in his chair, one boot propped on the table edge, the corner of his mouth already turning in a way that said he had already decided she belonged here.
