11: Ryann
Ryann
“You don’t look pleased to see me,” Annys Reid said as she eased back on the sofa, glass in one hand. She wore a trouser suit that wouldn’t look out of place in the city itself, with sandals on her feet. She’d had her hair cut since Ryann had seen her last, and the style drew attention to her eyes.
They were harsher than Ryann recalled.
“It’s not something I expected. Not after the way we parted company.”
“You mean when you left me and my assistant to face an army of Kaiahive’s trained killers on that museum roof?”
“If there had been another way to solve our problem…”
“Oh, think nothing of it. Your impressive friend forced your hand. My assistant will bring her along later. I wished to discuss matters with you first.”
“You can start by explaining how you found us, a
