CLARA’s POV
I called Marcus from the car on the way home.
He answered before the second ring, which told me he had been waiting—not anxiously, because Marcus did not do anxious in any way that was legible from the outside, but with the focused attention he gave to things he considered important, and he had known about the summit and he had known the attendee list and we had discussed, obliquely, the possibility of intersection.
We had not discussed what I would do if the intersection actually happened.
"He was there," I said.
A pause. "I know."
"You knew he'd be there."
"I knew it was likely," Marcus said. "Veyron International is a summit sponsor. His attendance was probable."
"And you didn't tell me."
"I didn't want to shape your decision about whether to go," he said. "If I tol
