“You never said anything at all about the Organization,” Lina pointed out to her father, glad she was too tired to sound anything but calm. “Or about Mom being able to fold a house out of a suitcase, or about — about anything,” she trailed off. There really were a lot of people here. “Or about the way you can just — link your power to someone else’s.” She paused. She knew the woman kneeling in front of her. She loathed her. She was a business partner of her father’s, and she had always spoken down to Lina like she was younger than her brothers were now. “Camilla Stane.”
“Miz Stane,” her father normally would correct her.
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