Page 465 of Reign

“Frequently. Today I’m enjoying this.”

“There’s nothing to enjoy.”

“Of course not.”

His attention moves toward Elena before returning to me.

“When are you doing it?”

“Soon.”

“That usually means sometime this week.”

“Does it?”

“With you?” Rafael glances at my watch. “Probably means today.”

I don’t answer.

His expression becomes entirely too entertained for a man who reports to me.

“Does she know?”

“No.”

“Does she suspect?”

I look at Elena. She has located the folder accompanying the purple dress and is reading through it while absently stroking the fabric.

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“About Elena?” I return my attention to him. “Always.”

“Now. Florida?” I ask.

He understands the change in subject.

“Quiet. Salvador hasn’t made another move. Nothing unusual around Elite, La Rubina, or the house.”

“And here?”

“Arsen’s people haven’t surfaced. Angelo and Korsakov haven’t heard anything. The Sovereigns are stable.”

I look toward the guards stationed near the entrance.

“I hate when things are quiet.”

“Most people would call that peace.”

“Most people are idiots.”

Rafael doesn’t argue.

Elena finally looks toward the open entrance. When no one returns with another rack, she turns toward us.

“Hello?”