“No, Daeris can fill you in on the details,” Turin replied.
“Alright then, we will talk later,” Xander said.
Before Turin could stand, Morogh jumped from the window sill and stood in front of him. Thank you, turning his head to see me, he continued, both of you. Then jumped onto Xander’s desk, folded his legs under him, and watched.
“You’re welcome,” Turin said to the cat, looking at Xander and I he continued, “I’ll see you two later,” and strode out of the room.
“Daeris, what has you troubled?” Xander began.
“The old cat’s message; she talked about the future. That there would be great conflict and for me to choose my confidants wisely,” I said.
“What is so confusing about sound advice, you’ve heard similar wisdom all your life,” Xander questioned.
I had to stand, nervous energy over taking me, and I begin pacing. “She told me I should trust Turin, but how can I? He hangs around Fallen; am I supposed to trust Fallen too, because I don’t and never will. Fallen is an instigator, a manipulator; haven’t you always told me that you choose friends that reflect you?” I ranted more to myself than to Xander.
“Yet you call Fallen a friend,” Xander interjected.
I throw my hands up in exasperation. “That’s different. I have known Fallen all my life; seen all sides of him and know the limits of our friendship,” I snapped. “I’ve been watching them for weeks I know they are up to something, or at least Fallen is.”
“So you do have some doubt about Turin’s involvement?” asked Xander.