Lilisaire and this thinking engine would not throw her away on a totally absurd endeavor. Arousal thrilled. She leaned forward, hands gripping knees. “Tell.me about her.”
“Him.” With her senses whetted, she took in every word of the succinct account that followed, every lineament of lan Kenmuir’s displayed image.
But. ‘Tm afraid—“ she began uneasily.
“That doesn’t sound like you.”