Chapter Twenty-Five
Neither man spoke on the return trip home. Both were locked in their own grief. Petre’s security staff was taking care of Eloise. After the shooting, she had just babbled incoherently. It was obvious that she was not well. Personally, neither cared what happened to her.
The limousine pulled up along the front drive and the driver quickly jumped out to open the door for them. Dimitri slid out first. He gave the man a brief nod as he pulled the collar of his jacket further up. His eyes moved upward to scan the dark sky. Brilliant stars glittered down at him and he wondered briefly if Rune was looking down on them. Grief choked him and his eyesight blurred.
“Do you think she....” he choked out, turning to look back at Sergei as he stepped out of the limousine.
“Don’t!”
