Chapter 65
Cian closed the door behind her, glancing up and down the bland, beige and white office hallway. All the exam room doors she could see were closed, with no one else in sight or within her hearing. Faolin likely called in a favor—or paid someone quite well—for even a tiny rural clinic to be deserted this morning in the middle of the week.
A strong scent of antiseptic and cleaners burned her sinuses, but that barely registered through the panic taking over her body and mind.
She grabbed Faolin’s arm. “John knows!”
“Of course he doesn’t,” he said, shaking his head. “He’s a mortal, and you’ve had days to work on him. You’re by far the best of us at things like this.”
“I told you in London he’s too damn observant. Just now I saw it in his face. It’s not unheard of even for me.”
