Holly had never seen that look on the human boy’s features before. Was it guilt? Could it be? “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she demanded. The expression vanished, to be replaced by the customary lack of emotion. “No, Captain Short. Nothing. And do you really think that now is the time for an interrogation?” Holly wagged a threatening finger. “Artemis. If you mess with me now, in the middle of an operation, I won’t forget it.” “Don’t worry,” said Artemis wryly. “I will.”
