As soon as we had full certainty that we were completely isolated and out of reach of any curious ears, the atmosphere around us changed completely. The mask of diplomatic curiosity that Eleanor wore regarding engineering and technology melted instantly from her face, replaced by the cold, sharp, and calculating inquisitiveness of a woman who was not used to being deceived or losing control of the board.
She stopped in the center of the narrow path of white stones, surrounded by the tall rose bushes that isolated that corner of the garden, turned her body abruptly to face me, and raised her chin with forced authority.
"You can drop the act, Shade," Eleanor began, her voice coming out low but loaded with a sharp accusation. "I know exactly what you did last night."
