Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Of course. Lord Cassius and I have had many lengthy discussions
recently about ways to properly motivate his son. He sounded
desperate enough to actually try some of them.”
“Then why do you look so worried?” She pointed to his forehead,
where deep creases were pressed into his skin.
“I’m not worried. I’m . . . vacillating.”
“On what?”
“On how to advise you on an unexpected development.”
“Is it with my brother?” Fitz asked, sitting up straighter.
“No. As far as I know, there’s been no news in that regard.” He
moved to pace, his steps heavier than they should be—as if his body
was used to bearing the extra weight he carried when he was Mr.
Forkle. “First, I want you to promise me that you will not make this
decision hastily. In fact, I don’t want to hear any sort of answer until
tomorrow—at minimum. Take the night to think about it, regardless
of whether or not you feel you’ve made up your minds—and make sure
you’re being very honest with yourselves about your limitations.”
He waited for them to agree, giving Sophie a chance to come up
with a long list of theories.
But she definitely did not expect him to say, “Fintan has demanded
a meeting.”