Page 52 of Night Sector

I nodded.Then we’re missing something.

Yes,he repeated.The question is, what are we missing?

Have you talked to Kieran about it?I wondered.

No. Not yet.

What about Cillian?

He’s a telepath. He’s aware of my misgivings.

My lips twisted downward a little.Does that mean he can… hear us?

No. Our link is just our own.

The fact that he answered so quickly told me he’d already asked Cillian that question. The response made me feel oddly relieved. I didn’t like the idea of anyone else knowing about our chats. They were… ours. Private.Intimate.

I’m going to do some digging here,Lorcan added.See if I can’t find out what’s really going on. Or find proof that he’s telling the truth.

What about the black box?I asked, recalling what he’d said a bit ago about Myon having it in his possession.

Cillian is going to watch it. And while it might reveal that their plane did in fact go down due to engine failure, my intuition is firing.

Like it did with the barrier,I replied.

Like it did with the barrier, he repeated.

Was it still setting off your instincts like that when you left?

Yes.

Oh.That… bothered me a bit. He knew something might not be right, yet he’d left anyway. Because his loyalty was to Kieran, not to the Sanctuary. And definitely not to me.

Kyra.

I turned off the water as it neared the rim.I’m about to take a bath. You might want to leave my head now,I told him as I yanked my sweater off.

That sounds more like an invitation to stay,he whispered back, his slightly flirtatious words surprising me.

My fingers paused on the button of my jeans, my wolf rising to the surface with renewed interest.

Enjoy your bath, mate, he added, his voice soft.I’ll check back in if I learn anything more. Please do the same.

My throat bobbed as I nodded. Not that he could see me.Okay,I finally managed back to him.

Alas, his silence told me he’d already left. Or perhaps he was just hiding. We couldn’t exactly turn off our link, but we could distract ourselves from it.

I removed my pants and slid into the tub, my mind rolling back to everything with Fritz and Quinn. I’d have to try talking to Fritz again later, perhaps with a clearer head, and see if I could read between the lines of his responses.

I refused to accept his answers. Mostly because it would mean I’d misjudged him for well over a century. Since the day we’d met. He was one of my best friends. Just like Quinn. But to trick her into believing her parents were murdered, just to stop her from taking a mate? That… was inexcusable.

And so not Fritz, I thought again.

I slid under the water, an instinct to scream ripping through me.

It’d been a long day.

Make that a long fucking month.