Jarimis stopped wandering their perimeter, cutting Mikelos off with a chopping gesture. “I’m going to stop you right there, buddy. She’s not going to answer you anyway.” He waved away Mikelos’ perturbed expression. “Trust me, I’ve already tried. And I’ve been here for, well, time runs funny. But it feels like years.”
Victory’s traitorous brain supplied the math. Fifty-seven years since Jarimis disappeared from Limani, leaving her to save his fledgling college from financial ruin and his daywalker from devastating heartbreak. Syri’s studied passivity was enough of a hint that no real information would be forthcoming from her quarter, so she interrupted before Mikelos continued his exhaustion- and curiosity-fueled tirade. “Let’s move on. Get to this enclave before we attract more unnecessar
