Jazelle eyed Sunder suspiciously as a smile spread over his face at her answer, making the corners of her lips dip down. She stepped back when he stood, her hand once more clutching at the knife, but he only began ruffling through papers as if they had concluded the most normal meeting in the world. She watched him cautiously, silently, as he rapped on his desk, then glanced quickly around the room, wondering whether the action was some sort of signal or a simple tick.
	That question was answered quickly. Having been standing near the door with her focus on Sunder, she jumped away from it with an alarmed shout when someone knocked on it, her heart pounding with a new vigor. She instinctively brandished the knife and expertly flipped out the blade as she scolded herself for not thinking there could be others around.
	When a girl who looked not much older than her entered, Jazelle straightened. Slowly, she folded the knife and returned it to her pocket with a glance to Sunder as he addressed the maid. She snorted when he decided she would be eating breakfast with him. Noticing him angle toward her, she turned her attention to him.
	“[i]Excuse me?[/i]” She interrupted, her head tilted down and brows up at being told she was not to leave. She glared at him as he bid her goodnight, not bothering to return the gesture. She stood there a moment longer than necessary, making Priscilla wait, then slowly followed her out the room.
	Jazelle walked a few feet back from the girl, glancing over her shoulder every couple seconds. Once Sunder’s study was a fair distance away, she quickened her pace to catch up with and walk beside Priscilla. Still, she kept as much distance between them as she could, doing her best to remember the route they took.
	“So,” she started slowly, her voice quiet. “What’s his,” she nodded back the way they had come, “story?"