“It’s my pleasure.” I waited until he finished writing, then said, “Go on, please.”
The Protector’s charges would be left at the mercy of this scurvy band of cutthroats. She would have failed her imperative, and he would have failed his. His eyes began to burn with the fire of determination.
“Uh…Den?”
“Too much purple prose?” He added something on the notepad.
He would find a way to defeat them.
No matter what the final cost, he would.
“What’s wrong?” The Protector came jogging along the main corridor.
“My error, Lady.”
A quick glance, and she’d taken in their dilemma. “The plate had a protective device encoded into it.”
“I should have discovered it and deactivated it—”
The doorbell rang. “That’s dinner. Wait until I get back.” I pulled out my wallet, strode to the front door, an
