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The last thing Glaukos wanted to do was admit to a fault within himself. Any weakness he experienced within the palace would only make Mereo appear weak, he thought, or Germanicus faulty in his choices.

He felt frustrated immediately. The way the woman rolled her eyes didn't help.

Fine. Lead the way, and -- hurry up. The man's voice was stilted, clipped. He would hurry after her as she led the way, and go quiet in the hallway immediately. When the wall inevitably brushed against his body or he nearly stepped on the shadow-woman, Glaukos' spine went rigid, or his tail lashed with a spike of anxiety.