SARA.
“Forty-three minutes,” Killian said as soon as I walked out.
“I promised an hour,” I replied, grabbing my bag. “You’re lucky I packed fast.”
He took his jacket, nodded toward the exit. “Car’s outside.”
Claude waited in the lobby. He glanced at my bag, then at Killian, then back at me with that calculating look—like he didn’t like where the math landed.
“Ms. Miller,” he said.
“Claude,” I answered with a smile.
He fell in behind us without another word.
We drove in convoy. Killian and I up front, Claude behind us in the second car. Killian drove. I sat in the passenger seat with my bag between my feet, watching the city fade into highway. Nobody talked for a while.
Then Killian broke the silence. “You don’t have to say anything tonight—about the pendant, about whatever you kno
