Chapter 10
Envisioning how his gullibility would no doubt become legend within the Omega Council, Grant stood in the shadows, fingernails digging into his palms, and continued to eavesdrop.
Rafael groaned. “What am I supposed to say—she was left on my doorstep?”
“I don’t know. Figure something out—and fast. I can’t have some little kid die on me.”
“Fine. Give her to me.” Grant could make out the sound of fabric shifting, rapid footsteps, and then Rafael complaining. “Hey, you can’t leave! My car’s not here—I don’t have any transportation.”
Grant rounded the edge of the house and strode onto the patio where Rafael stood in the fading light, a pitifully small bundle in his arms. The girl was asleep—or unconscious—but Grant didn’t need to see her eyes to know they’d be the same crystal b
