Not long after skulking out from the meeting--most certainly
not with her proverbial tail tucked between her legs--Kasidhe had sought out Sevik. Once upon a time, when she had been a teenager, she had taught the stoic Golden King to be attractive (though never anything more than that), albeit unfortunately evil. She had remembered the truth of the matter, who the four men Beryl had taken truly were, but it was something that had been hard to explain.
Now, however, all she could think of was how much the presence of the Golden Kings--at least in the case of Zoisite--was a pain for her.
Which was exactly why she had sought out Sevik.
"Hey, Sev," called Kasidhe, catching him as he was turning a corner. Definitely not thinking about her track record with using nicknames today either.
"Do you have a moment? I really, really need to talk to you about something." The absolutely most put-out expression was on her face; as if she was truly troubled by whatever it was she was going to speak about (frankly, it was the truth).
"You might be the only one that can help me with it, in fact."