Down at the reception desk, Usha saw Kit coming back from the elevator. Without beating around the bush, he went straight to the point.
"Don't speak of anything that happened that night," he said gravely, "If she mentions it, say that Alpha did not pick up your phone. Laurel shouldn't know about it."
Usha nodded mechanically. She smelled something fishy but didn't dare ask. Kit could appear scary when he wanted to. And Usha wasn't brave enough to go against him. The orders must have come directly from Alpha.
After warning the receptionist about that matter, he left the building and hailed a cab directly to a certain location.
Looking up at the cheap hotel in front of him, Kit was suddenly reluctant to do such a chore. He would much rather eat homecooked food made by the Luna and sit
