“Do you plan on telling anyone about my little club?” His eyes meet mine, and there’s nothing but cold, calculating death waiting there. “No,” I answer truthfully, suppressing a shiver. “Why not?” He tilts his head to the side, examining my face like I’m an oddity. “It’s illegal for the children of separatist officers to assemble in—” “Groups larger than three. I’m well aware. I’ve lived at Basgiath longer than you.” I lift my chin. “And you’re not going to run off to Mommy, or your precious little Dain, and tell them we’ve been assembling?” His gaze narrows on mine.
