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The walk back from Jornas was too quiet, the streets empty, and that only increased Rodin’s tension. He felt pressure behind his eyes, the start of a headache. When his screen buzzed he groaned, didn’t bother pulling it from his jacket. He’d read it later.
It was a relief when Vanya opened the door and let him into Paskia’s base.
“How was it?” Paskia asked, handing Rodin a mug. He wasn’t thirsty, but he took it anyway, his fingers brushing hers.
“Good,” he said, then told her how Jornas was now an ally. And then he pulled out his screen and read the message.
Good work. Praise from Genna—that still sat uncomfortable, even if she was only being polite. Had a response from Miolar. Dephloren has people in your area he can spare. Contact details attached. Suggest you co-ordina
