"Melissa is very taken with the idea of going as your partner," Sinn said. "We're going to use that. Getting her close to you is the only way we find out what the Veyrons are actually planning."
Something in the way he said it landed wrong.
He's not worried about the families. He's worried about his chair.
Two days into running a government and Sinn had already begun measuring everyone in the building by how much of his power they might threaten. The man who had once counted his dead in the sand outside the Fallen City was getting used to the view from the top.
"So you want to use Abram to spy on Melissa," Mercury said. Her face twisted as she worked through the implications, eyebrows knitting, lips pressing into a thin line.
Sinn gave a single, decisive nod.
"That's bullshit." She leaned forward in her chair, eyes flashing with real heat, hands gripping the armrests. "Melissa isn't the one we should be watching. Monica is."
I glanced at her.
