She nodded, and couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. There were probably thousands of things she should ask or talk about, but they had all slipped her mind. How was she going to work with him when he kept awkward silences like this?
He pinned the medallion back on his tunic.
Braedon had already put on his, and was checking something on his reader. “Oh, crap.”
“What’s up?” Taerzo, who sat on Braedon’s other side, looked at the screen.
“The news has just broken in Miran. There are protests all over the streets. Off-duty army troops staged a protest in support of Nemedor Satarin and clashed with the pro-import group. People in the council are feral. Listen to what Nemedor Satarin had to say. Today is a black day for Miran. When our citizens turn on us and use outside influences to ‘prov
