She might as well have tossed the question into the void. Bane completed another circuit of the room, muttering to himself as if she hadn’t spoken. “Scheming, not listening. Got it.” The pendulum of his pacing made her eyes cross. After several minutes, he halted midstride like he’d run into an invisible wall, opened his mouth to speak, then left without a word. She fell back on the pillows and watched him disappear.
