Saber was half-listening as Elle answered her phone. He picked up the container of cake and opened the lid before throwing it in the bin. It landed with a heavy clunk.
That cake should be illegal.
"What? Yes! There must be a mistake. Is he all right? Yes . . . yes . . . all right, I'll be there soon."
He raised his gaze to her as she put her phone down. Then she suddenly stood, and her face grew pale as she swayed.
"Elle!" He jumped around the desk to grab her before she could fall over. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing . . . nothing. I'm just . . . light-headed. Happens sometimes."
It happened sometimes? It shouldn't be happening anytime.
"I gots to go."
He narrowed his gaze. Did she mean to talk like that? Or was that her Little slipping through? Either way, he didn't like that she'd
