Chapter 6: Setting the TensionMark’s breathing was balancing on the edge of sleep when Parcae kicked the sofa, causing Mark’s body to tense and lift off the sofa. Parcae, then, hummed and mimed watering the Ponytail Palm.
Mark responded by glancing at the plant.
She said, “He wanted his things and trusted you’d find and return them all. You weren’t expecting that.”
No, I wasn’t, Mark said while he quickly sat up, at attention, ready to fight. Packed it the day he sent the email. If he wanted his stuff, he could have it. I didn’t want any of it.
“A tad bit angry?” Parcae asked over her shoulder at Mark, but he didn’t reply.
She faced him while she retrieved from her pouch a small woven fan with a tree embroidered on the front panel, a box on the back.
I’m not sure, maybe, Mark replied
