Alecha managed four steps toward the gallery’s gravlift before Jadyn grabbed her shoulder, abruptly dragging her to a stop. “Hold on.”
“She just said—”
“She’s lying,” Jadyn asserted.
Astonishment spread through the vixen’s countenance. Her incredulous stare remained fixed on him as he let her shoulder go. “She can lie? To you?”
“T’bia and I have a very unique working relationship,” he gently explained, scratching distractedly at an itch on his left bicep. “She’s kept me a generally sane and reasonable individual over the many years we’ve traveled together by attempting to drive me crazy at every opportunity she gets. At times it is inconvenient to parse what exactly she’s relating, to sift the information and the noise… This one’s easy. She knows I’m nearly asleep on my feet, so she thinks she doesn’t have to try very hard. There’s one glaring error in what she told us about Tari that gives it away.”