Well, that was productive.

I stood with Gram and Varity in one corner of the Yard, arms crossed, back against a tree as the pair glared at each other. I could tell from the way their faces twitched they were talking among themselves but didn't have the energy to break into the conversation.

When Gram finally spoke out loud, I jumped.

"No," she snarled, clearly continuing where her mental voice left off, "I wasn't aware at the time the Council power had that much ...