Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nox looked up as Sandor poked his head around his office door. “Skipping out for some lunch. Want to join?”
Nox shook his head. “Not for me, thanks. I’m meeting Liv in a while.”
“Cool. See you around.”
Nox got back to his paperwork but found he couldn’t concentrate. Livia was right, there was something off about Sandor. Oh, he gave the impression of just being your friendly everyman, but behind his eyes … f**k, Nox shook his head. Were they both just paranoid? Instead he called Livia. He was surprised when she seemed cagey. “Where are you?”
“Um … I left something at Sandor’s place and we’re just about to go pick it up.”
Nox frowned. Livia had been so adamant that she didn’t feel safe there. “Why not just get Sandor to bring it to the office?”
“I don’t want to bo
