Then, just for her, he squirmed a little harder. The two of them were wedged into a short wooden couch with itchy wool cushions on the humanity side of the room. Of the mortals, only Rupert stood.Cyrus glanced back at the door. His mother had been pretty shaken by the interrogation of Flint. Of course she had been. And Cyrus hadn’t even noticed. Not until Dan had asked that they be excused from Niffy’s little show and had practically carried her from the room. And now Antigone was angry because Rupert had told her to stay. She was even angrier because she hadn’t noticed how upset her mother was in the first place. And now her elbows were taking it out on Cyrus.Ten normal humans, Cyrus thought. It was hardly an army. It was hardly even an outlaw band. And that was including his mother and Llewellyn Douglas in his wheelchair. But the mortals weren’t really where this gang packed its punch. He looked across the room at the transmortals.Nolan was slumping in his chair with his knotted paper-colored arms crossed and his eyes almost shut.
