King and Jake were in the middle of a stare-down when King's phone rang. When he didn't pick up, Min's phone rang. Min answered his.
After what was very much a one-sided conversation, Min stepped forward. He said something next to King's ear. King took the phone and listened, his face betraying nothing about the call.
King spoke to me from over Jake's shoulder. "I don't have time to deal with you right now Mom's had a stroke."
I doubted it. This felt more like a tactic Anya cooked up to draw King home. Right now, I didn't care as long as King let us go without a fight. I didn't want to see anyone hurt.
"You can take your friends and go. I have other priorities. But, Teela, make the therapy appointment tomorrow. You missed today."
"Whose fault was that?"
