SEVENTEEN
She felt good getting it all off her chest. Sage revealed every last thing Mark had missed since she’d left Phoenix. He sat patiently and listened to her tale of the kitsune and the djinn, and how she’d been forced to use the seed.
Only when she had finally stopped talking did he break his silence. “Not exactly the outcome I had hoped for.”
Where she expected to hear anger, he replied with sadness. Mark sighed and stood from his desk chair. He walked around to a file cabinet, opened it, and began thumbing through.
“You’re surprisingly calm,” Sage noted.
“One should be calm when problem solving,” he replied.
Grey turned to her, his expression all but saying ‘I told you so.’ Thankfully he didn’t utter the words. She might have smacked him if he had. Sage waited patiently for
