Chapter 32
"What do you want to know?" Jorick asked, though he didn't give her his full attention.
"What do I want to know? How about 'Is New Hampshire where Arowenia is'?"
He tore his gaze away from the TV. "I won't tell you, and I've already explained why. It's safer for everyone that way."
"Fine," she snapped and savagely screwed the lid back on the bottle of nail polish. "Maybe you can tell me what happened last night? Or is that privileged information?"
He rolled his eyes. "No, it's not."
"That's a change," she bit back sarcastically. "Then who is The Guild and why were they there? Were they looking for Arowenia?"
His answer was a dark monosyllable, a contrast to the bright too-happy commercials on the screen. "Yes."
"So, they work for Claudius?"
"No."
She ground her teeth together and resisted the temptation to make a fist and bash him. After all, it would ruin the coat of polish. "Then why are they looking for her? Who do they work for?"