Caspian had been in it exactly once before. That day, he had stood in the doorway in a wrinkled shirt and been told to wait. Now he walked straight to the great desk at the far end and lowered himself into the leather chair behind it. It was too big for him. It had been made for a man who had sat in it for forty years.Jason shut the doors, locked them and came to stand in front of the desk."Sit," Caspian said."I'll stand, sir.""Jason. Sit."Jason hesitated, then took the chair opposite, his tablet on his knee."Andrew will panic. He is a doctor, not a fighter. He will need every ally he has." Caspian's voice dropped. "And he has one ally that nobody knows about. A son he kept in the shadows. A son who adores him, who has spent years planning to take over for him. A son who will not sit quietly while his father loses the company. He loves his father more than he loves his own safety. I heard it in his voice."Jason's eyes widened."Orion will have to step out of the dark," Caspian