CHAPTER TENAfter a lengthy flight back to the city, Charouth walked in on the middle of Onomata and Graphathas deep in conversation. Graph stood in front of the stove with all four burners going. Char breathed in deep. Fresh garlic and herbs. Yum. Italian. Her bubble burst as they turned to her with identical serious expressions. She tugged at the borrowed tank top riding up her back and cramping her wings.
Uh-oh.
“We need to talk.” Mata’s violet brows furrowed. If the usual happy go lucky female was worried, something was indeed rotten in Denmark.
“I can explain,” said Charouth. “See, there was a fight at Relics and Az-”
“You’re getting too close to him.” Graph cut her off sharply.
“That’s my job.”
“Don’t think Remiel meant for you to get on top of him quite so literally.”
“I know
