how the then leaderless Immortals and Infernals signed a neutrality treaty (the Pactum Pax Immortalis) in 326 C.E. . . . which provided stability for the mortal magical families to surface and thrive . . . and prompted a fragile cooperation between mortals, fallen angels, and Immortals to preserve the ancient knowledge in Emperor Constantine’s Court of God’s Peace . . . which made the Paxington Institute possible . . . and was the indirect cause of the modern political balance between mortals and Immortals everywhere . . . and the reason they were all here today.The Pactum Pax Immortalis was the treaty that Louis had mentioned, the one he said Eliot and Fiona might unravel.If they undid that, what happened to the world?On top of all that, Eliot couldn’t stop thinking about Jezebel. Compared to everything else, his personal problems shouldn’t matter.And yet, Jezebel sat just a few seats away . . . and it very much did matter.The scent from the battlefield was still with Eliot—all the smoke and blood and dust, but Jezebel’s perfume—vanilla with hints of cinnamon—overwhelmed him.All he could focus on was how she had lied about wishing she’d never met him.Miss Westin dismissed class.
