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"Where were we supposed to meet?" The question rang in Kess' ears. For half a second he simply stared at Sekhmet's face, because after an entire day of managed silence, invisible confinement, and house courtesy sharpened into a trap, he had expected explanation first.
Accusation, perhaps. A statement of power. Some carefully arranged lines about lower branches, patience, and respect.
Instead Sekhmet asked for the location.
That somehow made the room feel even less safe.
Kess answered at once, because this at least was useful ground to stand on.
"Outside the city in a luxury camp, Young Master. It is beyond the city's walls." He swallowed once before going on. "Young Master Mihos chose not to enter the city officially. He intended the meeting to happen there."
Sekhmet's expression did not change much, but something in his eyes sharpened by a degree.
"How far from the city walls?"
