Were leaving within the hour, I said. Do you have everything you need here?
A terrorist bomb, like the one that hit Roberts bus.What is it, Kyla? Tell me what is upsetting you, she says.
The terrorist attack here, I answer.She tilts her head to one side, considering my words. Still thinking of that day, are you? Dont be frightened. You are quite safe here now, I promise you. Security has gone to new measures. The way she says it: she thinks theyre going too far, being too careful. Shes wrong.Do you mean the new security gates we had to walk through to get in?
She nods. That, and some other things. Technological things. The whole hospital is protected.But I cant ask. Excessive curiosity is not a Slated trait.
Then, I see. Her telephone and intercom on the desk have changed: they are not cordless any more, but hard-wired. Her computer, too: a snake of wires reach out from it, and run along the room to the corner and out through the wall. But isnt that old technology?
She taps at her screen. Looks up.No, Rhys said. His armada was scattered along the coast. A glance at Azriel.
Half is in Adriata—the other dispersed, the shadowsinger supplied. His terrestrial army was moved to the Spring Court border … after Feyre. The closest legion is perhaps three days march away. Very few can winnow.How many ships? Rhys asked.
Twenty in Adriata, fully armed.A calculating look at Amren. Numbers on Hybern?