Chapter 41

LYING isn't my forte, and I don't like the dishonor of it, but I'll do anything to protect my mate.

Fuck. Not my mate. Can't be my mate.

"Bullshit. Where is she, Mr. King?"

My fingers tighten into fists. "She's trying to find her grandmother," I snap.

He stares at me a long moment. "Okay," he says finally. "We'll follow up on that lead."

I force my teeth to unclench.

"And when you're ready to tell me where to find your mysterious Catgirl," I'll be waiting." He tosses a card on my desk.

"My cell phone is on there."

I nod.

He picks up the packet. "All right for me to take this?" I'm surprised he asks for permission, but it's probably just a courtesy.

"Yes. Let me know what you find on the grandmother."

He pauses on his way to the door. "Am I working for you Mr. King?"

I clear my throat. It's not in my nature to grovel, so this makes twice today. Once to Kylie, once for her. "Please."

The ghost of a smile plays around his lips. "I'll keep you posted."

I sink into my chair when leaves.