‘Tracking confirmed, Kestrel.’
It’s more to seem busy than anything else.
Vasily asks, ‘Is that your codename?’
Gaze focused forward, Lachlan answers, ‘Yes.’
Mikhail is making no effort to restrain himself while dancing with Jules.His hands are where they shouldn’t be, too low.Lachlan breathes slow.Counts the rings in a cut-down tree.
One.
Two.
Thr—
‘Would you dance with me?’
Lachlan offers a bland smile.‘No thank you, Vasily.’
‘Oh.’
‘I’m not allowed.’
‘I see.OK, sorry.’
Mikhail Sorrenko dips Jules low, possessive hands lingering, whispers something to him.
Lachlan watches.
He watches when the song ends and Sorrenko cups Jules’ face to kiss the corner of his mouth.
He watches how Jules handles all of it with that glittering smile, so coy, hands on Sorrenko’s shoulders, moving away to go elsewhere.
He watches Sorrenko pursue.
And then Lachlan does the same.
‘Control, Cascade is on the move.’
‘Heard, Kestrel.’
Too many people between Lachlan and Jules, he loses sight, but knew he would.‘Control, location on Cascade?’
‘Be advised, he’s in the kitchen and Dreadnought followed.’
Lachlan mutters a curse and heads into the kitchens which are hot, bustling and busy.He can’t see any sign of Julesorthe older man.One of the head chefs catches his eye and nods to a door.
It leads down to the pantry.
Lachlan silently slips down, heart pounding.
He hears whispering.
What will the punishment be for killing Mikhail Sorrenko?Too severe to contemplate, but Lachlan isn’t certain of his own control anymore.
It’s not like withPimple-tache.
He finds them in a dark corner of the pantry.
