Chapter 35
“Ember, you have to understand where I’m coming from,” Sebastien droned as the airplane prepared for its descent into Reagan National Airport. He’d been going on like this ever since we followed one of Dakota’s underlings toward the building’s back entrance, where a vehicle waited to speed us on our way. Sebastien had amped up his babbling during the drive to the airport and the short hop thereafter, and now he was chaffing against my very last nerve.
Because this chatter was so frustratingly irrelevant. The male beside me didn’t want to talk strategy, didn’t want to prepare for the upcoming illusion. Instead, he seemed intent upon psychoanalyzing us.
“I’m not pushing you away,” the pedant continued, reaching out to take my hand...then failing to get the message when I pulled
