For a moment, the three of them sat in silence.
A waiter came over with menus. Felix glanced at them, then handed them back.
“We'll order later," he said. “Give us a few minutes."
“Of course, sir."
When the waiter left, Grace slid back her chair.
“I'll take a quick call with the agency," she said. “I'll be right over there. Shout if you need me."
Amelia gave her a look. “I'm not a child."
“I know," Grace said. “But I'm paid to worry anyway." She lowered her voice. “If he tries to trick you into signing your soul away, text me."
She walked off toward the entrance.
Felix watched her go. “She's very protective," he said.
“She has reasons," Amelia replied. “So do I."
“Good," he said. “You used to trust too easily."
“I don't anymore," she said. “So. You asked me here to talk about w
