Dex sat at the head of the war room table where Tiberon usually sat.
Fin walked the length of the room without rushing, and took the seat at the opposite head of the table so thirty feet was between them.
Aegon: He's at the other head of the table. Two heads.
Dex: I am aware of the geometry.
Neither man acknowledged the distance. Neither man moved to close it.
A cadet entered with water. Took one look at the seating arrangement. Set the pitcher in the exact geographic center of the table. Left without asking questions.
The water pitcher sat in the middle. Untouched. Neither man was going to be the first to get up and cross fifteen feet to the center of the table for a glass of water. Both men were thirsty and would remain thirsty.
Two apex Alphas, two heads of two kingdoms, holding what was about to be the most important conversation of the week from opposite ends of a table built to seat twenty war generals.
"You wanted a word. You have it."
