34: Ryann
Ryann
“I can’t do this anymore,” Ryann said, as soon as Annys asked her to sit.
Annys had summoned her to a room next to her office. The room was cosy, with soft furnishings and cushions on the chairs. The lighting was soft too, and there were terminals on the walls displaying moving images of grassland and forests, one showing a river. Birdsong and the bubbling of water echoed on the edge of hearing.
And she knew exactly why Annys had chosen to meet her in this room—it was a distraction. It was supposed to comfort Ryann so she’d accept the woman’s words without questions.
It wouldn’t work.
“This?” Annys frowned, then took a sip from her mug, the aroma sweet and strong. “You might need to be more specific.”
She’d been seated when Ryann entered, so it was hard to tell if
