Shady

“Mm.” She cast a side eye at him. Sooooo kind.

“I think you’re vague,” she corrected.

Ky cast an irritable glance at him. “Not sure how I’d broach a question like that. ‘What debacle are you being dishonest with me about?’”

“Oh… well, what is it, then?”

She squinted at him. “They may have… there seems like there’s been… a few.”

“Which debacle?”

She glanced at him then back at the shelf. Something told her he wouldn’t be particularly charitable to a slave. “I came up this way with… an unkind employer. Tomhas ...

“Okay.” She sighed silently, frustrated. So she should ask questions. But she treated like she was stupid when she did. Great.

Ky eyed him. Oh, so now he gave a fuck about Gaius? “…do you know of anything specific coming he should be ready for?”

“Yes,” she said, expression drawn. “…This isn’t good.”

“Why’s that?”

“I… guess? So?” She ran her fingers across the spine of a book, brow furrowed. “I… I guess I also want to understand how this all works, too. I think ...

Absolutely not. “…of the oldest nobles?” She would ask explicit permission before she touched another journal again in her life.

Ky sighed softly. “Okay… any… strategy to any of this? Or just… wander and hope for the best?”

“Where can I find them?” she asked.