Lysandra picked at her food with a fork. She wondered whether to tell her friend about yesterday's ordeal with Cale and Zavier. Just as she opened her mouth to start in on the story, though, she saw a figure pass by their table, on her left. His back was turned to her, but somehow she recognized him all the same. Her breath stopped halfway in her lungs, and she felt her fork slip from her hand.

"Liss?" Zephyr asked, shooting her friend a concerned look. "You okay there? You look like ...