Chapter 147

Deidre

We only have a half hour til we land when Mark approaches my seat. “Conference room. Now.”

“I’ve already listened to my husband’s song and dance twice today. I’m not–”

“It’s not about that.”

I glance up at him, annoyed. “Then what is it?”

His eyebrows crease. “Conference room.”

By the time I’m out of my seat, Mistra and Jason are already seated. Perrin is the only one apart from the pilot not here.

“Sit,” Jason says.

I place my hands on my hips. “What?”

“We’ve spoken to Janas,” Jason says in a measured tone. “Sit.”

I don’t. “We’ve been in the air for more than two hours. You can’t possibly think he’s screwed things up already? I mean, hell, I’m not his biggest fan but–”

“Sit. Down.” Jason’s tone leaves no room for disobedience this time, and I sink into the nearest chair.

I check my watch. It’s 9:00 p.m. local. The guard would have been out for a few hours. Janas was likely at the guard post, monitoring patrol movements like he always does.

“Well?” I ask pointedly.