"Come on, Grace, let’s talk some more while you eat." Ella was waiting for them in the dining room upstairs." The three women left the infirmary, Tara’s little dog trotting after them, and walked through a confusing maze of corridors into the heart of the Brotherhood’s subterranean compound. They were nearly to an elevator when a glass door whisked open somewhere nearby and deep male voices filled the area. Grace recognized Steven’s voice among them, but he sounded rougher than normal, talking about night patrols and racking up his tally of Hunter kills like it was some kind of sport for him.
The other male’s voice rolled with an exotic accent, making Grace picture turquoise ocean waves and golden sunsets. It was Danny, she realized, as the two armed warriors rounded the corner and the on
