"I don't think I've ever seen Kleis sulking," Lylesia whispered. "But it's fascinating."
Theora rolled her eyes. It was early in the morning, and she was admittedly both very tired from their long shift the previous day and very fed up with Kleis' attitude. Her friend and bodyguard had chosen to sit at the other end of the table and was aggressively stabbing the contents of her plate while staring at Theora, making the guys around her a bit uncomfortable.
"She'll get over it," Theora groaned, wolfing down her breakfast. "Also, she can get a taste of what it's like to be the one kept in the dark."
"Yeah, I don't think she bought your explanation."
"Too bad for her; that's the only one she'll get."
Obviously, Kleis had been very curious (and slightly envious, Theora suspected) about Th
