Chapter 11: Spirits in the Night
The two women stormed down the hall gesticulating and emoting. “Cafferty, did you want to start a race war, or are you on one of your damn musical things again?”
“I needed to do something when he insulted us, after giving me a runaround for weeks. Besides, George Cohan wrote a lot of good music for wars. This would be the first one he started, though. And damn it, he’s Irish—or was Irish—and you said to wear green.”
“I didn’t say to pick a fight for real. I hope the older ones keep the hotheads from trying to f*****g kill us. Of all the goddamn silly stunts to pull….” The elevator door finally cut off the noise, and even the watching Palovoi were struck by the sense of calm that followed.
At the first lurch that signaled the start of the lift, Jade Darc
