I hold her hands.“He smiled at me when he got here.”
“Oh.”
“Yea. And then just a minute ago he called Samara, Sammie.”
“Oh.”
“Footsteps! Coming!”
Everlee panics, looking from left to right, then darts across the room and tucks under Callum’s desk. There’s not enough time to get her down the passageway behind the bookcase.
Callum sits in his seat just as the doors are opening.
“Jax!” Callum calls.
“I thought I would check on you. See if Knox needs back up.”
“You are the best, Jax!”
He smiles and shrugs, but doesn’t speak.
“Yea, not Jax,” Callum agrees.
“Don’t uninvite her. See if you can get any information,” Everlee chimes.
“Ok. Let’s go downstairs. I’m starving.”
Jax walks around the room. “Were you reading by the window or at your desk?”
Callum pushes the chair under the desk. So far that Everlee has to be some sort of contortionist to mold around the base.
“That was me,” I chime. “I was reading before I went downstairs to find you.”
“Reading about…” he picks up the book and looks at it, “History of the Djinn.”
“Well, you suggested I read it,” I lie.
“I did, didn’t I? You rarely ever listen to me.”
“You aren’t lying.” I chuckle and feel sick to my stomach. That’s not my book, and Jax would never tell me what to read. Damn it!
“Well, let’s eat dinner. If we all keep disappearing, then Emmett will wonder what’s happened to us.”
Jax drops the book on the window bench and makes his way to the door. All I can see when I look at him is Samara. All I can hear when he speaks is her voice. How the fuck are we supposed to get information about Jax without tipping our hand?
When we walk out of the room, Callum closes the doors. Jax leads us down the stairs with me in the middle. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder and Callum nods.
When we get downstairs, Emmett has the table set with four plates.
Praise Helsgard.
“I was about to send a search party for you all. You all kept disappearing.”
“Are you expecting anyone else?” Jax asks.
“No. Should we? You didn’t invite Samara over, did you?” I laugh.
“No,” he chuckles.
