Now Penelope and Cisor were both looking at Rheadne with pride.
“Welcome back, Cage!” said Cisor. “For a moment, we thought we'd lost you.”
Rheadne shook her hair from her shoulders. “Distractions made me lose my way,” she muttered. “I couldn't see past the worthless things that I wanted. But I'm back now.”
Damn. Those words felt like acid across Jonah's insides.
Penelope joined Rheadne on her feet, and Cisor came smoothly to his own.
“You heard our piece,” said Cisor. “Do you agree?”
Jonah pulled his gaze from Rheadne back to Cisor. Anger—that sweet, blessed emotion with which he was so familiar—began to erode the constrictions on his vocal chords. He rose. Terrence and Reena did the same. “I agree,” his newly freed voice was a rasp, “that you can all go f**k yourselves.”
“Seconded
