“Not even a hello?” she drawled, feigning more confidence than she felt. “This is a pretty bold place for an attack.” The Elite narrowed his eyes. “I have my orders. No one will question me.” Orders… from Polaris, no doubt. “They might if I’m bleeding on the carpet. Look, there are easier ways to know if I’m a threat. You could ask, for one.” Nix paused, considering. “I mean, the answer would be ‘yes,’ but it’s politer than trying to decapitate me.”
