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a vague idea of why she was there too. It was definitely related to Darwin.
    When she was finally close enough to the table for them to greet her, the man she suspected to be Charles stood up, followed by Darwin. The blonde girl, whom Kass didn’t recognize, just stared at her and started smacking her lips like she was chewing gum.
    “Good evening, my name is Charles.” The blonde-haired businessman extended one of his hands as Kass walked around the table to the only remaining empty seat.
    A butler behind her pulled the seat back, letting her know without a doubt that it was meant for her. Thanks, but was there any confusion as to who would be sitting there at this point? It’s not like you brought me this far just to have a guard sit down in my chair and make me watch him eat, right? Who would do that?
    “I trust you already know our guests. This young gentleman is Darwin, and this lovely lady is Stephanie.”
    Kass blinked. That’s Stephanie? She gulped. Why is she here? “Yes, I know them. Pleasure to meet you.” She did her best to fake manners. She was confused and unnerved, and just trying to control her emotions in the situation wasn’t easy.
    “We’ve already met.” Stephanie continued to smack her lips, giving Kass an evil eye that made her feel like spiders were crawling up and down her spine. “And who could forget little miss tattle-tale.”
    Tattle-tale? “I . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kass looked at Darwin, who didn’t seem to be happy with her either. “Who did I tell on?”
    “You don’t know? Psh. Don’t act innocent. I’m just happy the NSA isn’t as much of a bigmouth as you, or else we’d all be in a lot more trouble. But you know what? If they would just make an app, something that would automatically let me know when I scheduled an appointment by phone or whatnot, that would be great. Have a little pop up reminder like ‘Don’t forget that you told Frank you’d meet him at Joe’s around 4 pm. We have the recording!’” Stephanie smiled, but in a way that expressed a clear desire to bite Kass’s throat out.
    “Uh . . . Yeah. I don’t--” Kass was about to protest yet again, but she was cut off before she could begin.
    “Kass, stop,” Stephanie interrupted again. “Are you going to sit right across from me, look me in the eye and lie about being at G.O.R.N. just moments ago? Giving an interview where the StormGuard Alliance and Darwin were the main topics? Because, if you are, I-will-kill-you.” Her voice was peppy as she spoke, but she slowly enunciated every word as her head turned toward Kass in a twisted, doll-like fashion, never once losing its pristine grin.
    “I was,” Kass finally admitted. She had a very strong notion that this was what Stephanie had been talking about from the beginning, but, now that she knew clearly and was certain that Stephanie knew too, there wasn’t any point in trying to dodge the accusations. Stephanie scared the hell out of Kass. It was the type of deep, chilling fear that one might get when turning the corner of a trail at a park and coming face to face with a bunch of bears, all of whom stopped and stared at you. “But” --she figured all she needed to do was explain-- “I told them I wouldn’t give any important details about Darwin. I never once mentioned Darwin’s condition where he . . .” she paused. Wait, wasn’t his condition—
    “That he can’t leave the game?” Stephanie finished Kass’s sentence for her then turned to the man in question. “Your eyes aren’t mistaking you. Darwin, go on and say something. You’ve been mute this whole time. She was snitching on you like there were thirty pieces of silver that had her name on them. Surely you want to know why.”
    “I do.” Darwin frowned. “I trusted you. Why would you go and blab to someone about me? What if they had wanted to do tests on me? What were you thinking?” His words were angry, but his voice was muted and somber