An hour later, I was seated between Thor and Teharon in Bilskinir's dining hall. Medvedev's driver was recovering in a locked guest room, and I was still mulling over Blue's proposition.

"Vervain, let it go,"Pan whispered to me. "You can't trust him."

"She can't trust who?"Thor looked up sharply.

"Thanks a lot."I grimaced at Pan.

"Sorry."Pan looked down at his plate morosely.

"Who can't you trust?"Thor took my hand. "Me?"

"No, of course not."I took my hand ...