"You could've told me sooner!" Roda said upset at me.
"Well… I'm telling you now, aren't I?"
Her eyes narrowed. "No. You're not just telling me—you're lying."
I stared at her, stunned. "What? I lied to you? Seriously? I didn't lie—I just didn't say anything because... it's complicated, Roda."
Complicated didn't even begin to cover it. How exactly was I supposed to explain that Deborah Dolphis—yes, that Deborah Dolphis—might be resurrected by hijacking Amelia's body? Try dropping that bomb casually over tea. No way she wouldn't freak out. I barely understood how we got to this point myself.
"Complicated?" She repeated, crossing her arms. "How is that even an excuse? Things were already bad enough and now—somehow—they're worse!"
"I know," I muttered. "But as long as she's safe... nothing should happen. It's under control."
"I don't feel like it is," Roda replied. "I am worrying. Obviously."
"What, are you sulking now?"
