Lilia advised Raphael all the way to the train station and he listened avidly. He asked questions of greater subtlety and complexity as they walked. She only hoped she remembered everything of importance that he needed to know.
Some instinct for self-preservation kept her from confessing her name, and he never asked for it.
He was already moving with more confidence and stepped to hold the door for a pretty woman descending from a rickshaw in front of the train station. The woman smiled at him and Raphael stared after her for a long moment, desire in his gaze.
Lilia decided to leave that alone.
Under her instruction, Raphael consulted the schedule and booked himself a place on the next train using his palm. Lilia watched and noted that someone had done some prep work in the Republic’s
