Cracking open his soda, he moved to the desk, contract and highlighter in hand, and turned on his laptop.
“I'm going to be researching your people today,” he said. “But anything you can tell me about them would be very helpful.”
“I will be happy to help,” she said softly.
*****
That day settled into an uneasy rhythm. Tom sat at his desk in the corner, researching the Tuatha on his computer, occasionally flipping through the contract and highlighting another section. At times he paused to pepper Rhiannon with questions about her people. If she had any hesitation about revealing details about her family or their long, strange history, it didn't show.
For her part, Rhiannon read, or watched more of the movie they had started the previous night, pausing often to bring herself to c****x. S
