“Well, I see how you two came to connect. Did you bond over a murder victim you were both eating?” Adair laughed, but Diana stiffened. “I’m not a killer.” Kovit raised his eyebrows. “That meat comes from somewhere.” “It comes from Adair.” “Ah, I see, so Adair murders them so you don’t have to.” Diana flinched. “Adair doesn’t murder anyone for me.” But she didn’t sound certain. Adair smiled gently, in a way that made Nita quite certain he had murdered people to feed Diana and he was simply indulging her strange dislike of murder. “Of course, Diana. But let’s not talk about that.
