Researching him. I tried not to betray myself by glancing down at the papers, but the only other place to look was into his eyes and it felt like that was all I'd found myself doing since I’d first seen him. He didn’t look away. Had he read the documents before I knew he was there? We were frozen for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t guess how I should explain, nor could I think of a cover. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. He finally broke the silence. “Freya.” He’d used one of Junnie’s pet names for me, I couldn’t believe how much I liked that. He reached his hand out to me. “I am Chevelle Vattier.” I nodded a slow, stuttered nod. He wasn’t smiling, his face unreadable. “I am an old friend of Junnie. I saw her at council this morning. She was disappointed she has been too occupied by clan business of late to guide you.” I was still leaning over the table, unmoved since the beginning of our encounter. He continued, “I offered to help her.
