The woman with the dead eyes shifted her weight. The other agent, a broad-shouldered man who hadn't spoken a word, suddenly found the medical equipment very interesting.
Karras remained perfectly still, a statue carved from ice and government clearances.
"Think about it," I continued, savoring each word like a fine wine. "The President's sister. The heir apparent to the most powerful political dynasty in Valoria. Dead in a 'tragic training accident.' Very clean. Very convenient for whoever wants to hurt Seraphina Vance."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Or maybe that was just the weight of Karras's attention, now focused on me with predatory intensity.
