I let out a long sigh and gesture with my coffee cup toward the door, bugging out my eyes.
Vivi shakes her head. “Come on. You won’t be able to tell me any of this once we’re there.”
“You know already,” I say. “Harman is going to make Barn unhappy. But she doesn’t want to hear that, and she especially doesn’t want to hear it from me.”
“You did once have a sword fight over him,” Vivi points out.
“Exactly,” I say. “I’m not objective. Or I don’t seem objective.”
“You know what I wonder about, though,” she says, closing her suitcase and sitting on it to squish it down. She looks up at me with her cat eyes, twin to Jud’s. “You’ve manipulated the High King of Faerie into obeying you, but you can’t find a way to manipulate one jerk into keeping our sister happy?”
Not fair, I want to say. Pr
