"At this point, unless someone has let our location slip, the Chapterhouse is a secret -- and if we were to move to another secret location, then that would cut off that avenue," Lina mused, giving it a nod. "I want to have a conversation with Scribe James about direction here in short order. If you've got an agreement with Simmons, that's good. She honors her word."
She paused on the question he asked about how her relationship with the Prince had been, and a low chuckle sprang forth. "It's weird. We have a tiny scandal in Court that the Harpy and I work out in no time flat, the kinds of clashes that happen all the time in Kindred society between people of equal standing. She flips out, takes my stuff, and even though I've made it very clear I've accepted her dictates, she won't take my call for a meeting, and has to be sent reminder letters to answer my reports on the defense of the Domain. I'm rapidly hitting the point where I no longer give a fuck. My intention was to support the Invictus because the Invictus was stable, but it is no longer stable. They can't defend the Domain without us and the Crone. They're desperately short-staffed for competent front line doers. What's the nature of your agreement with Simmons?"