Jenny Cleaves
The desert presentation, elegant and decadent, does little to change her mood.
What if Jake's right? What if Dylan is part of the septons - a hunter for the Dark Order? If he is, then Sadie's not the only one in danger. The Order wouldn't bat a lash in acquiring Tessa - an Ondine for their collection.
"You're quiet tonight, Jenny." Dylan's voice cuts through the chatter at the table.
"I'm just tired." She places her napkin next to her plate. "So, tell me? How much longer will you be visiting your aunt?"
"Not too much." A smile washes across his face. "Why? You going to miss me when I'm gone?"
"No. But the patients might." Jenny holds his gaze, then leans in close and whispers, "So, what will you do when you go back home? Any jobs lined up?"
Dylan cocks his head to the side. "A few, why? Are you looking for a warm body?" He places a hand on her knee and squeezes, gently. "Are you seeking to fill an empty position?"