<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Limuria pressed her lips together, watching him as he spoke.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> “See that you do.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> they’d had their misgivings about him in the past, and he’d only made it this long in their midst because of how useful his skills were. Extra curriculars like his were distasteful, in her eyes, but could be easily ignored provided he maintained his usefulness. This situation was a prime example of him overstepping that. But for now, he’d been warned off the girl, and Lucian was following her fellow councilor’s advice of bringing the twins into the fold, where Illian would be bound by different rules. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">With that, the young man sat back, pale eyes returning to flickering back and forth between the different speakers, unmoving once more. A few of the others began discussing who they could assign to looking into Castellis’s disappearance, and Limuria began sipping the glass of wine she’d poured herself from a flask at the start of the meeting.</span>