Page 243 of Night's Fall
He broke our staring contest. “I’llsee you at dinner.”
No, you won’t.I’mdialing one, ordering food, eating in here and giving you loads and loads andLOADSof time to get over whatever this is.
“Later,”Ireplied, turning back to my book.
He left.
I suddenly felt like crying.
I didn’t.
I needed to pin down the queen.
OrIneeded to talk toMr.Truelock.Heseemed like he might know whereAleksei’shead was at.
Either way,Ineeded someone, anyone, to tell me what was going on with my mate.
I needed this soIwouldn’t kill him.
I put my book down, found myPalmand text commedMr.Truelock, asking if we could have a chat when he was done with work, but before dinner.
I knew him better, that’s whyIpicked him.
I also didn’t have the queen’s number.Anytimewe made plans, we did it through aides.
I barely set myPalmaside before the tone sounded.
It wasMr.Truelock.
He was just the best.
I took his video comm. “Ididn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Are you all right?” he asked, appearing concerned.
I looked to the door.
It was open.
I got up and walked to close it, saying, “Ihave something personal to discuss.”Ishut the door and said quietly, “AboutAleksei.”
“Is he all right?”
The answer to that was a big fat no.
“Can we talk after you get done with work?”
“We can talk now,Laura.”
Totally the best.
“It might take a while,”Iwarned him.
“You’re concerned because his instincts have engaged,” he deduced.
“Well,Ithink so, except that they’re weird.”
“I can imagine it’s very intense.”
