to
the Rule of Two and his experiments to manipulate
midi-chlorians and make himself immortal?"
"Um." Ash swallowed nervously and wished
he'd grabbed one of the bottles of water from the
snack table before sitting down. He was sure he
sounded like a complete idiot with all the "um-ing"
and stammering. Vaguely he remembered hearing
something about how there were always only two
Sith, a master and an apprentice. Had Yoda said
that? He thought so, but he had no idea how to
answer Fee's question.
From his position beside Fee, Donovan snorted
and crossed his arms over his chest. "His
reasoning was obvious. He wanted to reign
supreme as the only Sith Lord for all eternity. As
for ending the Rule of Two, he figured if he didn't
have an apprentice, no one could ever betray him
as he had his own master." Donovan eyed Ash
with apparent scorn. "Why are you even here if
you didn't bother reading the book?"
"Yeah," said the guy next to Donovan. "The
purpose of a book club is for people to actually
contribute to the discussion, not just sit there
looking pretty. At least, last time I checked."
Ash shifted uncomfortably in his seat and
resisted the urge to reach up and tug at his collar.
He knew his face was probably bright red. He
couldn't remember the last time he'd been so
embarrassed. Maybe never. There were areas in
which he was confident. Art, music, tattoos—he
could talk about those things all day. But it was
rare for Ash to stray from his comfort zone. By
coming to the meeting, he'd knowingly walked into
a situation where he was out of his depth and now
he was suffering for it. Really, though, did they
have to be such jerks about his not reading the
book? What if he'd just wanted to check out the
club before committing to anything? Way to make
a guy feel welcome.
The ginger-haired girl on Ash's left sat forward
abruptly and glared at the last guy who'd spoken.
"Lay off, Rob. You, too, Donovan. We're supposed
to be an accepting group, aren't we? Or is that just
lip service until someone different actually shows
up?"
Rob's only response was to roll his eyes, but
Donovan had the grace to look somewhat abashed.
"Sorry, man." His gaze met Ash's briefly. "You're
the guy who emailed the blog, right? Ash?"
Ash frowned in confusion, his eyebrows
furrowing together. Oh, hell. Had his email gone to
a shared address for everyone who ran the blog
and not to Fee directly? Ash bit back a groan. If
that were the case, it might explain the animosity
from Donovan, especially if he liked Fee and
seeing Ash had made him feel threatened. "Yeah,"
Ash answered. No point in denying it. "Yep, that
was me."
Fee cast a sharp glance at Donovan, but
Donovan seemed suddenly absorbed by the notes
in front of him. Ash watched him fidget with his
pen and avoid Fee's eyes. Well, that was
interesting. Maybe Fee hadn't seen his email then.
The thought comforted Ash a little.
"Let's move on," Fee said after a few seconds of
awkward silence. "Does anyone have any specific
topics they wish to discuss in relation to the
book?"
A brunette at the opposite side of the table lifted
her hand briefly. "I do, actually, but it's more about
the EU in general. You know how Darth Sidious
…"
Ash tuned her out as she started spouting names
he only half-remembered. With the attention of the
group focused on someone other than him, his
cheeks had cooled considerably. Humiliated was
the only word he could think of to describe how he
felt right then. Sure, it helped to know that Fee
hadn't intentionally ignored his message—at least,
Ash assumed that much from the look Fee had
given Donovan—but he'd made an ass of himself
by coming to the meeting. He'd expected to be able
to just sit there and watch, maybe nod every now
and again to make it seem as if he was paying
attention. He'd never thought they would single him
out. But even if Fee hadn't seen his email, he had to
have guessed Ash's purpose
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