Chapter Four
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said to Joanna as I stormed back into my room. Lord knew what she’d seen and heard—probably everything. “But you’d better be able to hide all of it from Jexrah.”
“Already done. We’re now taking especial precautions to—”
“Don’t care. Just as long as it works.”
Midge had brought me over one of her tennis balls as a greeting. I took it from her numbly, even as I felt some unformed kernel of anger heat up in my chest. More than any other time I wished I had someone to spill my thoughts to, someone’s shoulder to cry on—a human, not a dog. What I wouldn’t give for a girls’ night with Molly right now; how was I supposed to make any sense of this by myself?
Midge pressed against my legs. I’d been away too long; it was time to walk her. So back t
