Chapter 66

I shot them a venomous glare. “You know about that?”

“Of course, we do.” The woman ran her fingers through her hair and put it up in a ponytail.

He sighed. “And we’re guessing the news report was wrong and they didn’t die in a car crash.”

They seemed nice, but there was a chance they could have been working for Queen Vivian, which was the exact opposite of what I needed. I didn’t need to walk into a trap. No thanks. I’d leave that to where it belonged—in fiction.

“It’s complicated,” I said, averting my gaze and noticing I didn’t have shoes.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she said.

I gave them a dirty look. “How kind of you.” I snapped my fingers and my sneakers were on my feet. I smiled.

She lowered her gaze. “Okay. Maybe we should have been in touch sooner.”

“You think?” I asked, raising my voice at them.

“Have you thought about what we talked about last time? Do you want to join the Resistance?” she asked.