I think she s here, somewhere. She entered the white tiled room. Now hold on a minute. When he tried to contact her again she scowled. I said wait, she muttered.
Kings have no respect for privacy.
Once Hitomi had finished she washed her hands and face, and sought counsel in her reflection. All right, Van, she whispered, opening herself to him fully. The impressions she got from Van s mind voice were ones of danger and mistrust. Or at least, she assumed so. He sent her an image, one clearer than almost any other she d received from him.