An hour later, I was seated between Thor and Teharon in Bilskinir's dining hall. Medvedev's driver was recovering in a locked guest room, and I was still mulling over Blue's proposition.
"Vervain, let it go,"Pan whispered to me. "You can't trust him."
"She can't trust who?"Thor looked up sharply.
"Thanks a lot."I grimaced at Pan.
"Sorry."Pan looked down at his plate morosely.
"Who can't you trust?"Thor took my hand. "Me?"
"No, of course not."I took my hand back and rubbed at my face with it. "It's Blue. Pan's talking about the Aztec."
"And why would you consider trusting him?"Thor's eyes narrowed.
"Because it might mean the lives of hundreds of thousands of people."I sighed.
It was a dilemma leaders had been facing for centuries and a moral debate that never fails to spark tempers
