*Xander*

Lena, the White Queen?

I chewed the inside of my lip as I held the door of the diner open for her. We stepped out onto the sidewalk, and I moved her to my side so she was walking near the buildings, and I was closer to the street.

Not that a car was likely to bound over the sidewalk–I’d seen more cars in Crimson Creek than I’d ever seen in Morhan.

It was that snake, Slate, that I was worried about. I was waiting for him to ...