"I cannot divide my attentions, Kyelle. I can't chance it. If you can't do this without… barring
making an attempt to… outing her up—"
Kyelle hissed and her head snapped up, her eyes flashing. "You assume I would discard my integrity because I do not like what's happening? You offend me, Tryson . You recognize me higher than that."
He raised his hands, fingers closer to her. "Sorry. I'm sorry. But I have to ask. This isn't a ordinary situation. None of us are strolling through it predictably."
Kyelle snorted. "I'd say you're being very predictable," she muttered, however earlier than Tryson ought to ask her what she meant, she moved on. She positioned the glass of milk in the front of him, then started choosing at her fruit.
"Is she aware of what's involved, or do I need to start fro
