“I watched her saunter over. It was something about her steps. Her arms crossed in front of her. Her timing. The deliberate casualness of it all. The muscles in my neck tightened. I didn’t have a good feeling about it. Then she smiled, and I knew. Don’t do this, Lia. But I really wasn’t sure just what she was doing. I only knew no good would come of it. I knew the language of Lia. I.”
