Lincoln folds his arms over his chest. “Time to talk. You defied an official command from your High Prince. Twice. Any comment?”
“I am your loyal subject, Lincoln, first and always,” whimpers Adair. “Especially in my role as Diplomat. You must believe me.” Her eyes turn watery and pleading. Behind her, her ghouls still writhe in my bonds. Their portal wavers in and out of focus, but it doesn’t disappear completely. Got to give them points for dedication.
“Excellent,” says Lincoln. “In that case, you won’t mind answering a few questions.”
Adair stares at the igni cords around her waist. When she speaks, her voice comes out low and dreamy. All her attention is focused on her igni bindings. “What’s your question about?”
Something about the way Adair is staring at my igni is wrong. Way wro
