Page 22 of The Silver Spider
He took another sip, eyes holding hers. “You’re going to want to be careful with how you challenge me, Sere. I don’t think you know what you’re doing—but it doesn’t matter. The outcome will be the same.”
She scowled. “Is that a threat?”
He smiled, and set the coffee down, prying off the lid and picking up a shaker without looking at it. He unscrewed the little top and then dumped a generous amount of cinnamon sugar in the cup. All without his eyes leaving hers.
“It’s a threat,” he said. “Though, maybe not the kind of threat you’re thinking. Come on, woman. Daylight is burning.”
She followed him out of the cafe. He thought she didn’t know what he was talking about. She was no innocent. But if playing one would get her a bit more time to figure out how to maneuver around him, she’d play dumb all day.
“You said not human,” Amnan said when they resumed walking.
She told him about her trip to the library and the glyph.
“I made a mistake,” he said, thoughtfully. “I should have spoken to the prisoners first, before I left. I was too busy—“
He stopped talking. Serephone glanced at him. “Too busy chasing me down in a matter that's none of your business.”
“All of you Kasabian women are my business now. Fine. So, we’re off to the fae quarter?”
“I don’t suppose we can just waltz right in.” She learned in her research that crossing the various boundaries of the city into the enclave of specific species wasn’t as easy as just crossing a street.
“No? Well, we’ll see.”
