GALLAHAN’S POV
“Can we go now?” I asked impatiently as I paced around the pavilion.
“Hush, child,” Zuleika replied, stirring her fifth cup of tea.
“Alright, tea addict,” I jabbed sarcastically.
“Shut up. Let the letter we sent to the Alfieros marinate first. We can’t just barge in to attend their Ascension Rite.”
“It’s been an hour, Zee. Surely that’s enough time already.”
“Well go around sundown.” Zuleika threw me a look that brook no argument. “That is my compromise. Or you can find another way to get to Wolverham on time.”
Maliya only shrugged when I looked at her, unwilling to help me plead my case to Zuleika. It left me growling in frustration, my eyes glowing golden.
But Zuleika stayed unfazed by my temper. “Shift and go for a run to let off some steam. Paint for all I care.
