“So, you tracked me.”
The woman shrugged and turned her head to look up at the street corner. “Mental flavour isn't enough to track someone in a city this big,” she said. “But I knew that Harry was having a party.”
Grinding his teeth audibly, Ben stared her down with such intensity you might have expected her to catch fire. “So, you stalked me,” he said coldly. “What's this about, Keli? If Larani sent you to bring me back into the fold, you can tell her-”
“Please, Tanaben,” Keli said. “Do you really think I'd do anything for that harpy?”
He turned and marched up the steps with one hand on the railing, pausing when he reached the street corner. “Then what is this about?” he demanded. “It's late, and I'm not in the mood for a verbal sparring match.”
Ben wasn't a Keeper or a telepath; he
