The moment the Book of Gospels appeared on its own, Iger's mind immediately raced to a singular, desperate thought. How do I calm a furious Annan?

As far as he was concerned, the Funeral Agency had walked away from the second ranking utterly empty-handed.

This particular exam tested love and family, and looking at their four-man lineup, the prospects were abysmal. Lys hadn't even qualified to sit for the test. Harvey wouldn't manage a single correct answer beyond successfully spelling his own name. As for Iger himself? Ever since the first day he met that mind-shattering invigilator, he had skipped every class and neglected every assignment. His GPA was a guaranteed zero.

That left Ashe as their sole, microscopic sliver of hope.

It wasn't that Iger looked...