“So, young miss,” Yalb said, leading her carefully through the traffic. “You really want to go back? I just said what I did so I could extract myself from that game there.” “Yes, I do want to go back, please.” “And your princess?” Shallan grimaced. “The meeting was … unproductive.” “She didn’t take you? What’s wrong with her?” “Chronic competence, I should guess. She’s been so successful in life that she has unrealistic expectations of others.”
