“I don’t like him.” She folds her arms across her chest.
“And why not?” Lye asks.
She answers without hesitation. “He’s a liar.”
Lye raises one eyebrow. “Miranda Elizabeth, we are eating dinner with him. I want no more of your sass. That’s final.”
“If Clarke comes out,” she trails off. Clarke likes to come out when she was angry or nervous; he gets away with more. A lifetime of managing him has left her wary of conflict. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, despite her temper.
Lye places a hand on her head. “It’ll be ok. It’s only dinner.”