How was she the incompetent one when the Coterie let a woman-lying-about-being-a-man Zhecran persuade them into believing she needed a caregiver? Bree stood, threw her head back, and exhaled. She opened up file cabinets one by one, slamming each one shut.
“So, three lies in the first three minutes of knowing each other. Is there anything else you feel like sharing?” Bree said while slamming a cabinet. She threw her hand in the air.
“Well, I lied about not knowing that old man’s name,” Skylar said, sweating from her brow. “I just wanted to make small talk. But I am sure you can keep my secret. I trust you.”
“Well, I do not trust a serial liar like yourself.”