Greg felt something when he looked at Sushmita: immense distrust - an involuntary response that oozed from Izabella’s betrayal. Every huntress was an enemy, he was sure. This one was no exception. She may be an octopus but - for all anyone knew - she was probably also a part-time chameleon, given how attractive she was. And chameleons were the most ruthless of the bunch.

He knew she’d been the brains behind correspondences, the queen had told him so, but he imagined her to be more… defensive, like Patterson; or anxious, like Abbott. 

If Greg’s facial reading wasn’t off, the huntress just looked tired. And enraged. Yes, definitely enraged. And...