“Maybe not yours, but it is his. He’s new, isn’t he?” Galenn hunched over his mug again, breathing in the dwindling warmth curling up from the hot liquid. “You, Kell, Andy—you were together before Jerran. He’s replacing someone, isn’t he?”
Shay hesitated. He wasn’t used to well-off people being so perceptive, but then it made sense, in a way. They were constantly navigating polite politics with one another. And why should Galenn be any different? People like him seemed shallow and clueless because they moved in vastly different spaces than Shay did, because they didn’t comprehend Shay’s world. But it was clear Galenn understood a few things about how people worked.
“You know I’m not going to let you divide us.”
Galenn smirked. Cocky bastard.
“I’m not doing anything but observing an alr
