Grimstad gave me a name. Elvar Fenwick.
Elliot:
They’re working together?
Sander:
Grim claims he only met the guy once. In Breckenholt. Said there was something about Fenwick that made him memorable, but they didn’t talk about anything strange or concerning.
Elliot:
Grimstad’s not an idiot. He’ll say whatever he needs to to keep himself out of trouble.
With you as the reigning monarch and me at your side as king, we could use our differences to our benefit.
I hate that everything he said made sense, but she can’t really be thinking about saying yes, can she? Royals marry for political advantage all the time, but she’s not just a royal. She’s…so much more.
Sander:
I believe him, El. I don’t think Fenwick is tied to Grimstad.
Elliot:
Okay.
Sander:
Okay?
Elliot:
If you say Grimstad’s clear, he’s clear.
We have a name, and that’s more than we had before. Enough to do some digging and see if the lurker is really a threat. Prove which one of us is right. Honestly, I hope it’s her. Everything will be so much easier if I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder. If I can keep my focus on her.
I will trust you, Elliot Reid, if you will promise to trust me in return.
I trust her more than I should.
It’s me I’m not sure I can trust. She’s under my skin now, and for a moment I wondered if we…
But we can’t. Can’t even entertain the idea, for so many reasons.
My mum says you two are a beautiful couple.
That’s a problem. I need to keep my head down. Avoid being alone with her. Stop wondering if she would let me hold her again without some sort of danger giving me an excuse to pull her close.
Bax:
Rookie’s officially out, Reid. You’re in as soon as you say the word.
Wade:
AKA Cap already talked to the men upstairs, and you’re cleared to take your old spot.
North:
Just gotta give up the pretty princess first.
