"There is something you need to know, Your Grace. It's about the—"
The kitchen door swung open, and her words died in her throat.
Ruby walked in, her eyes on Ishita. Ishita, who had been holding the container with both hands and the particular steadiness of someone who had made a decision, felt that steadiness leave her body instantly.
Her hands trembled, and her eyes went to Ruby's face before she could stop them.
Ruby's gaze dropped to the container, then back up to Ishita. The look she gave the older woman was not loud or dramatic. It was very cold, and very pointed, and it said everything without saying anything at all.
Derek's brows drew together, and he narrowed his gaze at Ishita. "What is it?"
Ishita pulled her eyes back to him and swallowed, deciding to summon the courage to continue.
"It's about—"
Derek's phone rang, cutting her off once again. He glanced at the screen and saw Connor's name and held up a hand to Ishita. "Wait."
