He had a point there. I wasn’t sure, either, but since Persephone, Lance, and Michael had somehow come out victorious in the last go-’round, there had to be some hope that they’d prevail again. “That’s more Persephone’s deal, I guess…and Lance’s, and Michael’s.”
Another guarded look, as if Grayson had heard some alteration in my tone when I said Lance’s name. “Ms. Oliver mentioned them. They’re part of your UFO group?”
“I guess that’s as good a way of describing it as any. Look, Grayson, I’ve always been the one to wait it out on the sidelines. I’m not a psychic or a shaman or a soldier. So I don’t know what they have planned. But I suppose we’ll discuss that when everybody gets here.”
“Probably the smartest thing you could do is just hand me over, you know. They might take it as a gest
