Chapter Fourteen
Matthias Cowper looked exactly like the photograph Carrie had seen on the internet, though it had been taken several years previously. His lack of aging wasn’t surprising—dandrobians were immortal.
The BBC assistant producer walked over to Carrie, his hand outstretched, smiling as though she were a long-lost friend. Another typical dandrobian habit. They were extremely charming, but Carrie was used to their ways. She’d fallen victim to them before. She wasn’t going to let it happen a second time.
“Mr. Cowper,” she said, standing as he approached. “Thanks for agreeing to speak to me at short notice.”
“Oh, er...” Matthias Cowper’s smile faded as he drew close enough to shake hands. Dropping hers like a hot coal, he backed away. “Let me get you some coffee.”
“It’s okay.
