Sarah POV “Someone else?” I asked. “This is a murder?” Agent Travis asked at the same time. Zane nodded to both of us. “Could it be someone other than the murderer?” Agent Travis asked. “Perhaps someone else just found the body before us.” “No,” Zane said. He closed his eyes, breathing in
I nodded, thinking I had nothing to offer. The charming man I had met had no relation to this sinister figure Zane was describing, though of course, he would know better than I. Zane looked at me knowingly. Distantly, I heard sirens. “You thought he was nice,” he said drily. I shrugged helplessl
Sarah POV We went through the front door of Zane’s villa in subdued silence, Agent Travis hardly looking up from his phone and the reports he was getting from the police. Hans met us, took our coats, and said the girls were at art class. I noticed he looked at me somewhat intensely, then nodded
Hans put the water pitcher on the sideboard. “If I may, sir.” “Yes, Hans?” Zane asked. “Misses Grace and Chloe will be returning shortly and will doubtlessly want to see you.” He looked pointedly at the papers on the table. “Of course. Thank you, Hans.” Zane turned to Travis, who began to put
Zane POV I confess it was a relief to leave interviewing tutors for the girls to Sarah. As an alpha, I would command the applicants’ respect, obviously, but they would be too interested in trying to impress me and too eager to agree with whatever I said. They would see Sarah as a colleague, someon
“It would seem that the news of the children’s human goddess-mother has been more than a vigorous topic of discussion in society, sir. I believe the phrasing is in hope that the children, and thus Miss Sarah, will be accompanying you.” I laughed, surprising the two betas in front of me. “I doubt s
Sarah POV I admit I awoke in the morning with an outrageously good mood. I was living with my daughter and my goddessdaughter, and we had a glorious day to enjoy, a Saturday at that. I had given a list of good prospects to Zane last night over dinner, telling the girls about some of the impressi
“Ice cream, please!” Chloe cried, drawing my back to my group on the blanket. “I think we need to eat our sandwiches first,” Zane told her, but I could tell his heart wasn’t in it, and I’m sure Chloe could too. Sure enough, she gave him puppy eyes. “But it’s a picnic.” Rolling his eyes and pat