Chapter 87

As soon as he hits the digits on the keypad, the door clicks open, and the lights flicker on. I blink at the change from dull to bright and follow him inside quietly, waiting for him to move me in and shut the door. He locks it behind us, and it only adds to the tension rising inside me that he doesn’t want anyone else to eavesdrop. He motions for me to sit, his manner different, Mr. Serious on show in the form of the commander that came here last night, and heads to the bar. He pulls it open and grabs two sodas for us before coming back and choosing to sit on the floor in front of my armchair. He hands me a can once he opens it for me and opens his own, taking a long drink before saying anything. I can tell he’s delaying this, regaining composure, or turning something over in his mind, and I wait patiently. Perched in the seat a little stiffer than I should be, cradling my drink between my hands. It’s something he thinks I should know, so I won’t rush him. Trying to scan my memories i