THIRTY-ONE
“I want to see Svana,” Tulsi said to the guy who brought in her dinner.
The breakfast tray had been replaced with a lunch one while she was in the shower. So, apparently, she had slept late. Tulsi hadn’t been that hungry, so she hadn’t touched it.
In the time since then, she’d explored every corner, crevice, and drawer in the bedroom, closet, and bathroom. As of yet, she hadn’t ventured into the corridor to Merchant’s office. Her interest level at seeing that particular guy was still at a zero.
“I, uh…”
She got the instant impression that this goon had been told he wouldn’t have to talk. His mistake. The more she could do to make anyone uncomfortable, the better.
“What’s the problem?” she asked, striding closer and raising her fists to her hips, which had the added bonus o
