Chapter Seventy Five

It was all a buzz – a bunch of hungry bees swarming in the air, intent on finding their prey while the sun was still up. He tried so hard to focus, adjusting himself a million times on his high-backed chair. His black pen looked like the most interesting thing before him, and he swirled it in his hands, scoffing when it got stopped by his ring.

Flinging to a corner caused a clatter, barely audible to the rest of the room. But Veil was right beside him. Although her head didn’t lift off her sheet, he felt her eyes on him, confused, surprised. Anders found it pretty easy to read her, except when she was stuck inside her head.

Like earlier that day, at the restaurant. He still hadn’t gotten it out of her, and for some reason, he doubted that she was going to say anything.

Someone cleared his throat noisily and asked a question about the report that was on the screen.

Anders tried to pay attention – to turn to the screen to decipher whose department’s turn it was. He needed to find the i