“She's questioning the history. Not Draeven.”
“You think everyone will make that distinction?”
“I don't care what everyone thinks.”
“You should.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to step back.”
“No.”
“Lukas.”
“If Draeven wants it made clear that I'm acting on my own, make it clear. I have no problem with that.”
“And being seen with her?”
I almost laugh. “She's my mate.”
“I'm aware.”
“Then I'm not going to pretend she isn't because it's inconvenient for the House.”
“That's not what I'm asking.”
“It's exactly what you're asking.”
My father is quiet for a moment.
“Keep Draeven out of this.”
“I have.”
“Keep yourself out of it.”
“No. Where I stand when I'm not in a hearing isn't a House matter. I'm not negotiating it."
My father breathes out.
"You'll speak to the office before the next session."
"I'll speak to the office. Personally, not officially. And one more thing, since your colleague is writing this down. Jessica is not a route to anything. If someone from the House decides to ask her about the review — casually, helpfully, over a drink — I'll take it as directed at me."
“Speak to the office before the next session.”
“I said I would.”
The call ends.
I stand there with the phone still in my hand. I can’t believe my father wants me to stay away from my mate. Not happening, dad.
I put the phone in my pocket.
She's waiting at the north stair, sitting on the second step with her bag between her feet.
"You're late," she says.