"Tara Summer, it's still late night over in New York, isn't it? Has the full moon banquet ended?"
"Just ended..." Tara Summer was being supported by Liam Yancey as they went upstairs, her feet unsteady, but she refused to let him carry her, persistently pushing his hand away, indicating she wanted to walk on her own.
Liam Yancey sighed, his sharp brows furrowed, his long arms around her waist, pulling her close whenever she teetered, about to fall.
"Tara Summer, I understand your purpose for calling..." Crossley Gibson, with her keen intuition, put away her smile, looking up to see Ose Owen standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall, his tall back cold and austere. She sighed, lowered her voice, "Please pass my regards to Bryan White and Moriah. I'm truly sorry... As you know, Ose is still brooding over past issues. I've tried persuading him, but it hasn't worked. He refuses to listen..."
