Tick.
Tick.
No tock.
Nothing happened.
Um. Hmmm. Wasn't something supposed to?
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, tension building inside me at last. Not from fear or anxiety. Just from the waiting.
Above all else, I hated waiting.
Hated.
Demetrius continued to smile, body at ease, so I took my cue from him, tried to relax.
Whatever was coming, I had to believe it could only happen in exactly the right way.
Still.
Sigh. Couldn't we just freaking get on with it already? I mean, seriously. Hadn't Fate invested a ton of time and effort into this thing? Only to make us stand there and stare at each other like a bunch of idiots with no clue what to do next?
I was pretty sure Demetrius knew. But it seemed wrong to ask.
Hang on. Something was missing. The image I'd seen, the one Fate showed me at her fountain, included Quaid. Trill. Owen and Apollo. Where were they?