Zendedari, unprepared for Caitlin's entrance into his mind, had been confident he could keep the grimmer side of their existence watered down for her. She had always been reluctant to enter his mind; it hadn't occurred to him that she would do so whenever she wanted.
His expression was so rueful that Caitlin burst out laughing. "Where I grew up, that's called being caught with your pants down."
He looked down at his body, glistening with the rain. His grin was self-mocking, his black eyes amused. "Literally."
"So where is the blond guy now? Was he killed?"
Zendedari's mind refused to relinquish the information at first. He had to go over and over the pieces to the puzzle, looking for an answer.
Because it was hurting him, Caitlin rubbed lovingly at his arm. "Don't try anymore."