She saw Brandon make a beeline for a table in the far corner of the bar and guessed that the man sitting there with his back to her was the friend who had traded him the powder. She really wanted to hear all that the guy had to say. But she also didn’t want to lose the chance to talk to the Pyr who had shown up. That the leader of the Pyr had sent Sloane to heal Brandon convinced her that the Pyr were good to each other. Brandon was wrong—but she had to learn more while she could, before Sloane left. She had to ensure that Brandon was in good hands—or claws—before she had to step away from him and deal with her own history. Make that three places she was supposed to be. It was after noon and the symposium was scheduled to begin with a cocktail party at seven. Given that Liz was a guest of the Institute and one invited at Maureen’s behest, she couldn’t afford to not be there. Four places. She hadn’t lied about needing the facilities. Liz chose to pursue Sloane first. To her relief, Sloane hadn’t gone far.
