10: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin leaned back, and the chair creaked. She rested one hand on the rough edge of the plastic-coated table.
The room Ryann had chosen for this meeting wasn’t the best, and Keelin was fine with that. Didn’t want luxury. Didn’t deserve it.
Ryann was a different matter. Wore fancy clothes now—okay, not fancy fancy, but higher-class. Smarter, looked more expensive. Annys’ influence. And Ryann sucked up to the old woman far too much now.
fancyThey didn’t say anything, but it was obvious—Annys was priming Ryann to be her assistant.
Keelin wasn’t sure where that left Tallia.
The colour-changing freak entered the room, her skin morphing from jet black to dark blue. She glanced at Ryann, nodded at Keelin, threw herself into the remaining seat.
“How did it go?” Keelin
