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at the ceiling for a very long time afterward.
    * * *
    "She didn't scream or call me names, and she only cried a
little," Tory sat heavily on one of his mother's guest chairs inside her
study. Lissa watched her son's face—he wasn't as upset as he had been before
going to visit Reah. Karzac had already been by, saying that Tory had bathed
Reah without taking too many liberties.
    "Honey, take it slow, all right? I know you want to be
with her right this minute, but she has to digest all this first." Tory's
eyes were a darker version of Lissa's sky-blue. With his dark hair, he looked
quite handsome. "Torevik Rolfe Rath, are you listening to me?" Lissa
was attempting to get Tory's attention.
    "I'm listening, Mom."
    "The problem we'll have, I think, is working things out
between Reah and your Uncle Norian. Not to mention Lendill." Lissa was
testing the waters; Tory knew what Lendill had done. Sure enough, a curl of
smoke came from Tory's nostrils at the mention of Lendill's name.
    * * *
    "Lord Morphis, what did you learn?" Erland Morphis
knew things had become serious if Wylend was calling him Lord Morphis.
    "Lissa says that Karzac has estimated around two weeks
for recovery, my King," Erland bowed respectfully, flashing a
thousand-watt smile. His son had inherited the same smile.
    "I almost don't know how to go about this—I've never
found anyone that I wanted in this position before," Wylend sighed.
    "I heard she didn't react badly when your great-grandson
went to make amends with her. That may be a good sign."
    "Will it not be awkward, though?"
    "No more awkward than the Falchani twins."
    "Well, there is that," Wylend agreed. "I do not
intend to interfere or encroach upon her relationship with Torevik."
    "You will not. You are quite busy, my King. I think
things can be worked out." Erland was still smiling.
    "I am most displeased about the length of time she has
remaining with the ASD."
    "Norian does seem to have a tight grip on her. Do you
think that might be worked out in some way?"
    "Look into the rules for me, Lord Morphis."
    "Of course, my King."

Chapter 2  
    Gavril was snuggled against my left shoulder as we sat on his bed,
doing research for his latest report. I was feeling better and wondering (with
much trepidation) when the Director or Vice-Director might summon me. I'm sure
Karzac had made them aware that I'd be healed enough for duty in another week. They
had weeks on Le-Ath Veronis—a seven-day period instead of the eight-day that
Tulgalan employed. It depended upon the planet, its government and how they
wanted their months divided. Le-Ath Veronis had twenty-eight day months,
exactly. Tulgalan took thirty-two days in their moon turns and fourteen moon
turns to travel around its sun.
    "Here—it says that Wasternell nearly destroyed itself
with chemical warfare around three thousand years ago," I pointed out the
specific passage. We were reading through archaic records translated directly
from an old language, which was extremely difficult to wade through. My
thoughts turned to Aurelius too, and whether he would return before I was sent
out again by the ASD. Tory came to see me often, and we usually went to the
pool area or the arboretum. He mostly wanted to sit with me pulled against him.
We talked. He told me more about the High Demons and their history. I was still
having difficulty reconciling all of it as part of my history, too.
    "We need to find the reason for their war," Gavril brought
me back to the present.
    "Wars are usually over land, religion, money or something
of that nature," I leaned my cheek on Gavril's shoulder.
    "I should have known I'd find you two together." Lissa
walked into Gavril's bedroom. His room had turned into our favorite place to
study. My stomach felt queasy, suddenly—this is how I'd learned the last time
that the Vice-Director wanted to see me. "Reah, Vice-Director Schaff wants
to talk to you in my office. Do you need assistance getting there?" This
time was no different