Book Seven: Chapter 174

“If you’ll excuse us, we’re going to head down to our rooms now.” Cyrus squeezed Callisto’s hand. “Let’s give them a chance to settle for awhile, and then there will be time for questions.”

Laurel opened her mouth to say something, but Grace hissed at her. Behind the mage, Elizabeth smirked, her head cocked to one side with her hands on her waist. She looked rather pleased with herself. Darius, however, looked like he was going to be ill. His skin had taken on a sallow cast. The man had seemed fine this morning. What had changed?

Laurel and her people left with Cyrus, staying back about twenty feet. When they got to the elevator, Cyrus cleared his throat and turned to face them.

“There’s not a lot of room in here,” he said, though the elevator was meant for cargo. “Perhaps you could take the stairs, or get it next time.”

“We’re supposed to--”

“That’s an order, Laurel.” Cyrus grinned. “If you disapprove, you should go tell on me and hope you get promoted