reason he does so well.â
It was a professional assessment. No lingering feelings that could be mined for a relationship story. Interesting. âSo how did the Chordata people first reach you?â
She looked up sharply. Something in it must have sounded too much like a reporter, or too eagerâher expression was the face sheâd given Magnus, not looking at him so much as watching him.
He felt, weirdly, like he was slipping away from something important.
Then there was a knock at the door, and the guy with the knife (Nattereri, he remembered) came in, holding a pizza box and water bottles.
âDonât suppose you have a nice red wine somewhere,â Daniel tried.
Nattereri didnât even spare him a glance as he set it all down and looked at Suyana, slouched against the wall.
âDo you need the medic?â
âNo, thank you. Iâll get him to check on me soon.â She frowned. âIs everything all right?â
Nattereri looked over at Daniel, which meant bad news that shouldnât be shared with strangers. Daniel bristledâwhoâd gotten her out of gunfire and broken her out of the hospital?âbut maybe it was the sort of moral high ground he should avoid.
âEat first,â Nattereri said. âThereâs time later.â
âThereâs time now.â
Daniel didnât know how she could say that. He was so hungry the smell of pizza was making him dizzy, and without meaning to, he said, âYou sure?â
Her eyes slid to him without her head moving.
âGive us ten minutes,â she said to Nattereri.
When the door was closed again, she sat up and looked at Daniel full-on. âYou might not want to question me again while weâre here.â
It felt like sheâd just advanced on him. He squared his shoulders. âIs that an order?â
She slid off the bed far enough to reach the pizza and put it on the bed between them. âWhen you know the stakes, you can give the orders.â
He thought about what sheâd been through. He thought how odd and awful it was, that this was advice from experience. Whatever bad news was coming over the transom, he didnât want to ask what she suspected. (He worried heâd even survive long enough to find out.)
Instead he said, âAll right,â and handed her the first slice.
They ate in silence, their eyes on the door, Danielâs mind working in tight circles about whatever would be coming down on them next.
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Two slices later, she said, âIâm ready,â like she was talking to herself. As she stood, she reached for her hair with both handsâflinched, hissed.
Oh shit, he thought, her arm.
He reached for her braid. âI can help.â
âI have it,â she said through gritted teeth.
After a second, he dropped his hands.
She twisted it into a black rope one-handed and coiled it into a loose knot at her neck. Apparently she wanted to look elegant before the worst happened. Diplomat habits.
Daniel stood and brushed pizza crumbs off his coat. He debated taking it offâheâd look more as if he belongedâbut there was something to be said for being ready to bolt if things turned sour.
Before he could make up his mind, she was pulling the door open and walking out as smoothly as she could for someone with only one good leg.
After a momentâs hesitation, he followed. This was a story, and he couldnât let second-guessing get in his way.
(He thought how perfect her profile would look just like this, determined and grim, on the front page of the paper, and wished for his camera before he could help himself.)
Nattereri had taken up a new post. He was sitting in the hall, facing the door, his knife drawn.
Suyana was already standing beside one of the computer desks with Onca, looking over Ocyale the medicâs shoulder at his screenâaudio editing, it