Chapter 18Saalik paced Abel’s front room and listened to Teddy crashing around in the bedroom. Every few minutes he glanced out the window, scanning the street for Wyatt, but there was no sign of him.
That was for the best.
Teddy had been smart enough to take the bottle into the bedroom with him. Not that Saalik could have done anything with it. But if Wyatt were to find them, it would have been easy for him to reclaim Saalik himself.
“What’s this? It looks expensive.” Teddy stood in the doorway. He no longer held Saalik’s bottle. Instead he held the framed painting from above Abel’s dresser in his hand.
“It’s a painting.” Saal wondered if he could take the bottle and distract Teddy long enough for Wyatt to come home. But then, this was his big night. And he’d been with Samuel.
“I kno
