Sarah POV“A pattern?” I asked.Agent Travis nodded and then looked over to Zane, who nodded in understanding. We were sitting in Zane’s study, with Zane behind the desk and Travis and I in the large chairs before the desk. Travis’s report was spread out on the desk so we could all see it.“Yes, the
“I have to be able to live my life, Zane, and that means not staying inside the villa 24/7. I can promise you I’ll be as careful as possible, but we have no way of knowing what these people want.”“I suggest we use this meeting to employ a new tool,” Wetmore said from the couch, a tablet open in her
Zane POVAfter Travis and Wetmore left, I wanted to demand to see all of Scott’s emails, though I didn’t. They were Sarah’s property.Fortunately, I didn’t even have to ask. She retrieved her laptop and showed them to me. I noticed right away she hadn’t answered a single one of them.Reading the wor
I got the feeling I was walking onto a movie set for Bachelor Pad #12, not into an apartment where someone lived.“To watch do I owe the pleasure?” he asked while walking over to a little drinks cart. “Whiskey? That is your preference, yes?“Not right now,” I said, though it would have been more pol
Sarah POVIt was an odd sort of coup, but Whitfield had agreed to join us for high tea, to which the girls had become completely addicted. I had to admit I enjoyed it as well, and Eliot had moved dinner back an hour in our schedule in recognition.The fact that Zane was fine with changing his househ
Zane POVPart of me very much did not want to return to the Luna Temple, especially alone and without definable questions, but Travis and Wetmore hadn’t been able to give me answers even to the vaguest of inquiries.It’s something almost impossible to explain to someone other than another Pack Alpha
Zane POVSo it was that despite my earlier relief, drugged tea was in my future. At least they didn’t make me bathe again.I had never been on a spirit walk, though Bertrand had and told me all about it in somewhat horrified detail. The walk had helped him, he swore, but he said he never wanted to d
The priest passed the goblet to the head Oracle, who brought it up under her hood, swallowed without difficulty, and returned the now empty vessel to the priest, who walked out. The Oracle motioned to the marble slab near me, and I got on and laid down as she did the same.The Oracle took one of tho