He snorts. “Shoot.”
I don’t jump straight to it. I wait for a group to pass, wait for the corridor to thin out a little.
“My father was the mayor,” I say finally.
That gets a reaction. Rogue stills for a beat. Then he tilts his head. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh,” he says. “Didn’t peg you for a politician’s kid.”
“I wasn’t.”
He studies me more closely now. “That might explain the attitude.”
I ignore that. “You hear anything about him? When everything went down?”
Rogue lets out a breath through his nose. “You fishing, Vi?”
“I’m asking.”
He considers me for a moment. Then shrugs. “Everyone hears things.”
“Like what?”
“Like he went down with the rest of them,” Rogue says. “City imploded. People got blamed. Same old story.”
“That’s what the news said.”
“Yup.”
I nod once. “So you don’t know anything else.”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
Rogue’s smile thins. “Careful.”
“With what?”
“With pushing.”
Before I can answer, footsteps approach from my left. I don’t need to look to know who it is.
Armen stops beside Rogue, close enough that his shoulder nearly brushes mine. He doesn’t speak right away. Just looks at me, then at Rogue.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“She’s asking about her dad,” Rogue says easily.
“Why?”
I turn to face him. “Because I can.”
He studies me for a long moment. “This isn’t a conversation you want to have here.”
“I didn’t say I wanted it,” I reply. “I just had a question.”
