Chapter 12I wish I could say that the next few minutes were entertaining, but even I can’t lie that well.
My filthy jacket lays folded over the back of my chair. The container of death dust creates a bulge in it, but no one has wondered what it is yet, so I haven’t had to explain. Instead, Thor and I wait patiently for Jason to return.
Through the swinging door to the kitchen, Jason carries out a wooden tray with three upside-down cups, saucers, a blue and white blown-glass teapot, spoons, sugar, cream, and honey. Jason pours a cup of black tea, places the cup on a saucer, and hands it to Thor before repeating the process for me. Without even asking, Jason adds three spoonfuls of sugar and stirs it before handing the cup to me. It smells faintly like bergamot, but not as strong as a true
