"The Supreme requests your company at a private dinner," the guard said through the door. Felicity had just finished the food the man had sent to her room. Apparently they were going to find out how much a fennec could eat before they tested whether she could stop a cut from bleeding.
She said she'd be glad to come and asked for time to wash. After all that trouble with the lock, the poor guard had to get his key out again so he could hear her agree to walk back the way she'd come. Through the open door she saw the window at the far end of the hall. Its glass reflected his hand on the key ring. There were six keys, and he needed the short one to get into her room. She didn't know where the long brass one took him, but she liked having a question she could give Ivan besides how a man survived a shift with that stick up his ass.
"You should've told him you'd had enough to eat," Ivan murmured after their door shut.
