Yvette's POV
I staggered out of his room this time, not confused at what I had done wrong that would make him sound like that, but with a genuine attempt to get used to it. Mira was already waiting in my room. She selected a black satin robe and a pair of loose pyjamas for me to choose from after taking my bath. Meanwhile, she asked the one question I doubted I would still be ready to answer in two days' time.
"How was it?"
I sat on the bed, recalling the good part which only existed because of the nature of the people at the table with Knox. Well, I recalled that the files Dave provided proved useful, as well as my good memory.
With all of those in mind, I smiled proudly, telling her it was great.
"Just 'great'? Did any of what we prepared for prove useful or…"
"Trust
