“And what’s to keep me from telling your favorite scribe that you’ve been feeding the enemy?” Jack’s smile widens. “Hard to talk about something you don’t remember.” Imogen steps into his space, and his grin slips. Four minutes later, we emerge from the staircase and find Rhiannon, Ridoc, and Sawyer waiting in the tunnel. “For fuck’s sake, can’t you four do anything by yourselves?” Imogen mutters.
