Chapter 150

Deidre

I sigh, deflating into a chair in the grand hotel suite. I eye the grandeur of it; the gaudy nineteenth century decor, oversized paneling, and the new moldings painted gold as if trying to convince us that it’s been here for hundreds of years.

“That wasn’t too bad.” I take a sip from the large glass of bourbon in my hand, the only real old stuff in this room. “And this stuff isn’t cheap. Apparently Nael isn’t trying to make a total ass out of himself.”

“Bad? No,” Jason says, ignoring the comment about the alcohol.

“You almost broke his hand,” Mark observes.

“I did,” Jason smiles smugly. “Well, not entirely. I felt his ring-finger crack.”

“Men,” Mistra mutters. I smile in silent agreement so only she can see.

“Shall we call Janas?” Mark asks.

“Yes,” Jason groans, settling into a chair beside me. “Let’s see how much progress he’s made. And Mark; don’t bother unpacking your bags. You’re going back tomorrow, remember?”

Jesamine

“How are you feeling?”

“The same I was two h