CHAPTER TEN
Dressed in multicolored hooded robes similar to the one Kain put on, the New York Councilors look as though they took their fashion advice from some creepy secret society.
“Good morning,” I say politely, and even contemplate curtsying. “I’m ready to learn why I’ve been detained.”
“Finally,” Felix says in my ear. “I thought you’d never snap out of it.”
Kain stands up. “Please state your name for the record.”
“Bailey Spade.” I scan the room for allies, but it’s hard to recognize anyone in these hooded getups.
“Thank you,” Kain says. “I’ll be the designated neutral party in these proceedings.”
“I think that’s good,” Felix whispers. “He let your Gomorran tech slide. Maybe he’s more than neutral.”
In the third row, a slender figure in a magenta robe stands up and pulls her h
