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Dee paced the living area. Shuffled hastily through a modern mansion that was a cross between castle and tech high-rise, she’d barely had time to note her surroundings before being locked up in this apartment.
She didn’t know what it meant that Zibanitu hadn’t greeted her. She didn’t know how long to expect to be here. She didn’t know where here was, and there was no one to tell her.
So, she paced.
She ignored the three guards stationed inside the room with her. Her first hours had exhausted her attempts at getting them to speak. They answered no question or comment, remaining in their perfect pose of military rest. With drawn out time to overthink, to wonder who else was in on Amrae’s plot, she couldn’t relax. Any of these new faces, all of them, could be here just to bide their ti
