I spat mocha all over her desk. Still coughing, I grabbed a handful of tissue from the box and mopped up the liquid before she broke out some dominatrix moves for messing up the sanctity of The Desk. "Leonie?" I squeaked. "Why would I do that?"

"Nava, I know she's half-goblin. And our resident informant."

I shook my head "no" hard enough to rattle my brain. My heart thudded in my ears.

Ms. Clara came around to my side of the desk and, grasping my shoulders, ...