The rule book landed in her hands like something tainted. Her elder sister instinctively caught it, fingers closing around the leather-bound cover with visible reluctance.
As soon as the texture registered beneath her skin, her expression twisted slightly, pure, unfiltered disgust flickered across her face.
If this situation hadn't involved her sister, she wouldn't have bothered touching something so filthy, something crafted by a man who dared to present it as law.
Her grip tightened momentarily, knuckles whitening as if she were fighting the urge to hurl it across the hall and reduce it to ashes.
But she did neither. Without even glancing at Sage, she opened the rule book. The pages flipped with sharp, impatient movements, the leather creaking softly in protest.
Her eyes skimmed over the opening sections with mechanical efficiency, guild structure, mission allocation, codes of conduct.
