“… and thanks to the resident meatheads calling attention to my arrival, your father interrogated me for close to an hour about why I was using the family jet.” So that was Preek coming in to land last night. Dahlia scoffed. I heard the delicate clink of metal, as if she were seated at the vanity picking out jewelry. “I’m sure you told him you’d come straight from the lab?” she murmured in a taunting tone. The lab? Preek was unusually quiet. When he spoke again, his voice had a threatening edge I’d never heard him use with my sister. “If you tell them what we know, you’ll be in just as much
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