Right.
Okay.
What do I say?
I’d stopped listening a while ago, and it had a lot to do with the fact that the elder wasn’t speaking English. Perhaps it was Latin?
While I thought hard for a way out, the quietness in the hall gave way to low murmurs. Behind us, I could hear a few silent coughs. Varul–-who, by the way, had not said a single word to me since I walked down the aisle with two stoic guards flanking me on both sides—shifted a little on his feet. It was the most…human movement I’d noticed from him.
I pulled myself upright — or as upright as the corset allowed, which was extremely upright, it did have that going for it — and delivered what I hoped was the appropriate response to whatever had just been said, with the confidence of someone who absolutely knew what they were do
