Ydrel glared at Joshua’s prone form with irritation. He knew Joshua was tired and his head hurt, but he also knew the intern was posing for their audience. See? Psychology doesn’t have to be hard…“Depends on you,” the intern replied laconically. “We’re here until you’re ready to leave. Until then, we might as well be comfortable.” He reached for his bottle of Diet Coke, peered inside with a half frown before swallowing down the last dregs. “Hand me another one, please?”“You’re comfortable. I’m working.” But Ydrel got up and went to the table along the wall where sodas and bottles of water shared the space with plates of food. He grabbed a soda, gave it a shake, then tossed it to Joshua.“Funny.” Josh twisted the cap until it fizzed just enough to let out the extra air. “You found that sky-borne ley line yet?”Ydrel sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs. “I was working on it when you sent me to fetch your soda.”“You were griping about me lying down when I asked you if you’d hand me one.
