He was a resource, a tool, a weapon. And weapons do not have secrets. That night, Kaelen and Mira were given rooms in the Hall of Unity, suites that were larger than any home Kaelen had ever lived in, with beds that were soft and warm and sheets that smelled of lavender. Kaelen lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, which was painted with a mural of the Pact's founding, the first settlers stepping onto a new world, their faces full of hope and determination.
