"You didn't know?" I asked, the knife still at my throat. "I was on my way to meet him when your people took me. He'll have been looking for me all over by now. And I don't have to tell you that Sterling Bellegarde has the resources to find me."

Medea slowly lifts her hand and removes the mask. I'm half expecting to see someone I know behind it, but I've never seen her in my life. She's an average looking woman, perhaps in her late thirties. She's not wearing any makeup, and it makes her look older than she probably is. She's frowning, not looking at me. Thinking.

"Come...