looked at the comm on my wrist. Fourteen missed calls—when the hell did that happen? And was it really Sunday already? “Fergus, Dllenahkh, I’m sorry! My comm must have malfunctioned, and then I forgot. I don’t know what to say.” Ioan came to my rescue. “I’m sorry. The reception out here is so variable. And we’ve been completely monopolizing her—it’s no wonder she forgot.”
Has Ioan also been blocking Grace’s internet connection?
