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“Think.”

I gave him a look.

He stopped.

“Sorry.”

I blinked.

The apology was so unexpected I almost forgot what we were discussing.

“Did you just apologize?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“Talia.”

“Right.”

I closed my eyes.

Sera’n’s table. Columns. Symbols. Zunatorian notations I only partly understood.

One abbreviated classification beside an identifier.

Maybe not the full word.

A translation marker.

“I think it was beside one of the sealed records.”

Veyr’s voice lowered. “Which one?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was it mine?”

“I don’t know.”

I opened my eyes.

His expression was controlled. Too controlled.

“Ghost is what you are.”

Not a question. He said nothing. I felt the answer anyway.

My pulse picked up. “A covert operative.”

Silence.

“Officially dead.”

Still nothing.

“Working for whoever sent you after me.”