If Calhoun wished it, he could refuse the offer of the Aquiline Quarter.
From the very beginning, they had no intention to accept her. They had been prepared to cast her aside, to deliver her into the hands of some lowly beast.
The humiliation she had suffered still festered within him. More than once, he had entertained the thought of bringing the Sacred Order to ruin, of reducing its hallowed halls into ash and cinder. Yet, he had given his uncle his words, to honor his name and not ruin his reputation.
That was the only reason he stayed his hands and did not burn them where they stood for daring to make his human feel lesser when she was anything but.
And now, all at once, they had chosen to acknowledge her as a water affinity user.
He had no intention of handing her over merely because the Elders find themselves uncomfortable.
Let them be uncomfortable, for all he cared. But—
