A Desperate PropositionI’m going after her.” Ronny didn’t have to look over his shoulder while packing his bag to know what kind of look Milia was giving him. Sure, it was irrational risking his life, but he couldn’t leave Voi to the Haran while they waited for the Intelligence Council to make a decision from the comfort of their mahogany offices.
Ronny zipped up the last contents of his bag—namely Neverri’s interfacing device—then slung it over his shoulder before facing Milia. She was leaning against the door, her arms folded decisively.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked.
Ronny’s eyes flicked to his left, where there was a window behind him. All the windows in the house were framed in wood, he’d noticed. It was tempting, though Milia was quick. There was a reason why sh
