Ive been to funerals that were merrier, Nesta muttered.
She watches me walk across the room, sit down. Her hands are folded in front of her, the computer shut. Something is up. Danger.Good morning, Kyla, she says, finally. How are you today?
She pauses. Im well, thank you. But I realised something after our last meeting. Weve been playing cat and mouse, you and I.Am I the cat or the mouse? I quip, before sense can stop me.You should be the mouse, but sometimes Im not so sure. I want some answers, Kyla.
I have questions, too.Annoyance wars with curiosity on her face. All right, she says at last. You ask one, and I will answer it; then it will be your turn. Deal?
Deal, I say, though caution says it would be better for her to go first. I search for the words.
You remember Ben: Ben Nix. My friend, I say, and she inclines her head slightly. I want to know what happened to him. Where he is now.I caught Cassian glancing at me for the third time in less than a minute and demanded, What?
His lips twitched at the corners. You just look so …Here we go, Mor muttered from where she picked at her red-tinted nails against the stair banister. Rings glinted at every knuckle, on every finger; stacks of bracelets tinkled against each other on either wrist.
Official, Cassian said with an incredulous look in her direction. He waved a Siphon-topped hand to me. Fancy.Over five hundred years old, Mor said, shaking her head sadly, a skilled warrior and general, famous throughout territories, and complimenting ladies is still something he finds next to impossible. Remind me why we bring you on diplomatic meetings?