KISAREL.
"Girl, you've been checking the time non-stop since we got here," Elgin said, setting his glass down. "You promised me the whole evening. The whole evening, Arel. Those were your exact words. I have witnesses."
"You have no witnesses."
"Grand-père heard you say it over the phone."
I smiled, putting my phone face down on the table. "I'm sorry. I'm here."
"You have somewhere to be." He stated.
We were tucked into a corner booth at a small jazz bar three blocks from Gerald's house — Elgin's choice, because he had strong opinions about ambiance and had dismissed my suggestion of the eatery down the road with a single expression.
"I have a trip at four AM," I said. "Sydney. I need to pack a few things and see Jace before—" I stopped.
"Before?" He prompted.
"Before I have to be
