Page 12 of Lost in the Fog

The alphas looked at each other in amusement.

“I can’t see why this location would upset the teen currently doing deliveries.”

They chuckled, and Mr. Sorrow frowned. “What kind of cake is it?”

“Layer cake with vanilla, raspberries, and chocolate.” She walked over to him and smiled.

“Would you open the box? I don’t want to disturb my companion.”

“Oh, I am sure she’s left the building with weirder stains,” Pandora murmured.

The man nearest her snorted.

She walked around the table, opened the box, smoothly popped the sides down, and exposed the cake, letting the fresh scents waft into the room.

“Sorry. Don’t have knives, forks, or plates, but you guys have a kitchen here, have some sent up.” She noticed that the silent woman was very still, and it jolted her when she realized it was an illusion.

A man next to her offered her a dagger, and it was one of the dark Elite. She shrugged. “Seriously? You guys can’t cut a cake?”

The man shrugged.

Mr. Sorrow looked at her and said, “Please divide it for us.”

She looked around the room, counted, added the lap addition and then counted again. She took the dagger and sliced the cake into twelve pieces so everyone could have two slices.

She really wanted to lick the knife, but that wouldn’t be safe in this particular meeting.

She set it down, and suddenly there were plates, forks, and napkins.

Mr. Sorrow asked, “Will you serve the cake?”

“Aw, now, pumpkin. That costs extra.” She grinned. “Have a lovely evening. The cake is pretty good. Evening, lady.” She nodded to the projection who cuddled against Mr. Sorrow.

With a small nod, she left the room. She had the information she needed. The lady who was stalking Sorrow was going to learn that he had his companion with him twenty-four seven. She had no idea why a legal office was handling this, but she had their payment, and that was enough.

When she was out in her car, she made the call as she pulled out of the parking spot and notified the lawyer that she had confirmed that Mr. Sorrow was in the building.

As she was heading for the exit of the parking lot, four dark SUVs rolled in, and she cursed. That wasn’t good. The guys hadn’t even finished their cake yet.

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