He opened the door and ushered me inside again, one hand pressed against my back. The light contact chased away the ominous sense of trepidation that still lingered, but did little to ease the niggling annoyance.
A woman—Francis, I gathered—glanced up from a com-screen as we entered, and gave us a pleasant smile. And once again, it was mostly aimed at Azriel.
"Sue says you need to speak to Charlie urgently." Her gaze swept him, and interest sparked deep in her brown eyes.
I felt a sudden urge to grind my teeth. The only reason I didn't was because it wouldn't have done any good.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, yes," Azriel replied, his voice warm enough to melt ice.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I grouched silently. Good grief.
Azriel glanced at me, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. And you were accusing me of jealousy?
I crossed my arms and regarded him steadily. It's not.
In the same way as mine is not?
This is different.
I do not believe it is.
You'd believe the sky was green if it suited you.
That is an incongruous statement.
But true.
His smile increased, but he returned his attention to Francis as she pressed several buttons, then swished a finger across the screen. The face of a man appeared. He was bald and chubby, with red cheeks and merry blue eyes.