His gaze travelled down to the brown stain on the corner of the book below her hand. It was the very book he’d seen in Whyp’s memories. The book that had made him believe her real name was Kate Kole. He reached to tap it. “You must drink coffee—” “I’m not really in the mood for chit-chat,” his human target stated with a tone as icy as the Queene’s. Ah. There it was. So, she was cruel after all.
