It’s late when Santiago and I walk into Hildebrand’s office at The Tribunal building. Tomorrow, Mercedes and I leave on our honeymoon along with our entire extended, somewhat dysfunctional family. Not how I expected to spend my honeymoon, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I am determined not to let Hildebrand’s dour face and demeanor cloud even one second of it. Mercedes and I have traveled a very long, very hard road to get here. And now that we’ve arrived, I won’t allow anyone to cast their shadow over our family, our future, or our happiness.

“Judge, Santiago,” Hildebrand says, standing to greet us with a smile I’ve come to know. It’s the one you never see standing before the three Councilors of The Tribunal when they are seated in official robes. He reserves this smile for when he knows the playing ground is level. Because Councilor Hildebrand does not like a level playing field. Never has.

“Councilor,” Santiago says dismissively. I wonder which of us likes this man less.

“Hildebrand,” I greet with a nod, choosing not to use the title he is too happy with.

His eyes narrow infinitesimally, but he forces that smile to widen and directs us to have a seat in the two chairs set before his desk. He is so calculated, even switching out furnishings depending on the situation and, even more importantly, the visitor.

“I thought you’d be coming alone, Judge.”

“Considering it was my sister’s wedding that was crashed, and she was the target, I felt it more than appropriate I be present,” Santiago answers before I can.

“Well, yes, of course. But Mr. Montgomery and I have some Tribunal business to discuss—”

“Nothing that can’t be discussed in front of my brother-in-law,” I tell him. I will keep no more secrets from my friend.

Hildebrand gives a disapproving exhale and settles into his chair, which is like a throne behind his desk. He wants me to sit as a Councilor on The Tribunal. And as I watch him I wonder more and more if the course my grandfather and Hildebrand set for me isn’t where I’ll do the most good. If I do it, though, it will be on my terms.

“First, allow me to congratulate you on your nuptials and the birth of your children, Judge,” Hildebrand starts. He takes a small box out of his desk drawer and pushes it toward me. “For your daughter.” The IVI bracelet all girls are gifted upon birth.