“What about you?” Jordan asked. “I mean, you obviously don’t have a Chosen, but you’re still wandering around here in New Mexico.”
His mouth turned down slightly at the phrase “wandering around,” but his voice was even enough as he replied, “Although we didn’t know right away precisely where we would eventually be settled, the elders did give us a general idea. That was how those of us who were not of the One Thousand ended up scattered around the world.”
“The elders gave out the room assignments, so to speak?”
“Yes, they determined who would live where. Do not ask me how they made those decisions, because they did not share their deliberations with the rest of us. And it is not our place to question their judgment.”
Jordan could tell Hasan didn’t like speaking of any of this. His body
