The dinner lasted two hours.
Selene tracked every minute of it.
Not with the visible attention of someone monitoring a situation but with the low steady background awareness she had learned to maintain without it showing in her face or her posture or the ordinary movements of eating and occasionally writing brief responses in her notebook when conversation at her end of the table required it.
She tracked Cain.
She tracked him the way she tracked everything she needed to understand completely, through accumulated small observations assembled into pattern. The way he moved through the dinner's social requirements with the ease of someone who had been performing in rooms like this one for long enough that the performance had become indistinguishable from behavior. The way he listened, whi
