Toria muttered under her breath. “f*****g Rubin.” Shaking her head, she continued louder. “It’s my fault. I met Jarimis at the lobby to the museum and the head curator was speaking with the security officers.”
Jarimis broke in. “How is it not my fault? It was not until I said you would be aiding my research that he revoked my access.”
“Trust me, you’re not the one he has a problem with.” Toria rearranged two pieces of notepaper. “Either way, we’ve lost our best resource. I can do what I can at the library during the day, but I’ll be ferrying information to Jarimis instead of working with him.”
Victory pressed the inside of her wrist to her mug, but the tea was still too hot to drink. “I don’t understand why this Rubin—” She snapped her fingers. “Rubin. Is it the same man who…?”
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