As Zeryon was driving his car, he addressed Constance Adair, telling her, "You can talk now." He was concentrating on what appeared to be a reasonably active street by the way he was looking.
"What exactly are you going on about?" Constance hid her gaze from Zeryon by angling her head to the side as if she didn't dare to look at him.
"I am aware that you are keeping something from me. Why don't you just tell me right now?" The man with the dark eyes persisted in prodding the middle-aged woman to continue talking.
"You have a good instincts, Zeryon," she said. Constance made a clapping motion with her hands. "In point of fact, I was present during Duca Alastair's conversations."
"Is it important?" Zeryon cast a quick look their way.
Constance gave a slight shrug. "The answer is no for me, but it could be yes for you."
"So, About what exactly is he talking?" Zeryon started to feel curious.
