"Petra," I say. "Where is he now?"
"Still at the table across from me," she says. Her voice is calm. Like someone who has decided that calm is the only available option. "He ordered coffee. He's just sitting there."
"Don't move. Don't go anywhere he can't be seen from the main floor."
"I'm at a table by the window," she says. "There are twelve other people in this room."
"Good. Stay there."
I look at Dominic. He's already reading my face and reaching for his own phone.
How does he always do that.
"Aldric's man has Petra," I say.
Not grabbed, not threatened. Just watched, and made sure she knew she was being watched. Which is its own kind of threat because it says: I know where your people are. I know how to reach them. I know what matters to you.
Dominic is already on the phone to
