"Jenna Drew," I said, nervously. "I wasn't expecting I'd call you."
"And why is that?"
"You're a reporter."
"Ah...You don't trust me. But you're calling now, which means you finally want answers to those questions I gave you two months ago."
"Yes, I want answers."
"Then let's see and talk."
"U-Um, can't you just tell me on the phone? I see no reason why that should happen."
"For this to work, we have to see."
This was not what I had in mind. Seeing a reporter while I have the King name was a recipe for disaster.
As my silence prolonged, she added. "That's the only way I can be sure this is not some social call."
I sighed. "Alright, after the weekend. I'll think of a way."
"I'm looking forward to it. But I have a quick question for you."
"What?"
"How much do you know about the Underworld?"
"The Underworld?" I squinted my eyes. "What's this, some Greek mythological analogy?"
She scoffed. "I was right then. Even as a King, you don't know anything."
