“Well, she’s pretty stubborn.” He suspects this Sharon might be as well. She reminds him of what it was like talking with the Sharon he knows in Franche-Comte.

But as he listens to what she’s telling him, everything else fades.

A bomb, T’Challa had told him. He can hear each word falling on the air, gentle but clear, while water lapped at the shore and birds sang. A car exploded. There was a security camera that caught everything. I am sorry, White Wolf.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grits out, between clenched teeth.