Two figures emerged from the shadows at the back of the room. One wore a crooked smile. The other moved slowly, upright, silent.
Eve perched on the edge of an armchair, legs crossed, gently swinging her foot. Roman remained standing behind her, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Well?" Page asked, watching them both with a faint smile. "What did you think?"
Roman was the first to speak.
"Your eyes see farther than ours," he said simply.
Page raised an amused eyebrow and lifted her hands in mock helplessness. "You're no fun, Roman. Good thing Eve's here to keep things interesting."
Eve chuckled softly.
"I thought he was cute. A little too sure of himself, but those Dark Hand people… they've got charm." She tilted her head toward Page. "That said, be careful. My eyes might not see as far as yours, but I have a feeling they're not as pliable as the Volga."
