Celina

Somehow, the loud engine masks the emotions in her voice, but Celina feels the strange eddies of violence and sexual heat there, "Moire might have planted me in Khela's camp to be taken in. That's how far she might be thinking ahead. I need to know what she's doing in Paris. We look until the King changes his mind." Celina shakes her head. How strange a creature she is now: fueled on rejection and love and anger and lies.