Calla ran through the long and twisting hallways. She was late. She was never late. Damn it. Her father, a former lieutenant, had been adamant that if you weren"t at your destination fifteen minutes before something started you were already late. Unfortunately she was well past that point now. Hell, she would be lucky if the delegates were still talking about old business by the time she got in the room.
She was never late. Damn it. If she didn"t know better, she"d suspect all those interruptions over the last two hours had been deliberately staged to make her late. She rubbed her suddenly aching forehead. And now she was being paranoid.
Interruptions happened. There wasn"t anything sinister about them.
Interruptions happened. There wasn"t anything sinister about them.But what if someon
