Dmitri gave me a little wave as he headed off with about thirty other men, none of whom were as handsome as he was. I caught a look of triumph in Audrey’s eyes when she glanced toward me, but I didn’t let it bother me. She could pretend to herself all she wanted; I knew the truth.
When I was about to return to my seat, one of the men who guarded the door came up to me, a slip of paper in his hand. “You are Thyra Beck?” he asked, mentioning the surname that Chris and I used when we needed to provide one.
“Yes.”
“I have a message for you. It came in to the desk downstairs,” he said, glancing at the note. “It asks that you call a Christian Beck immediately.”
A cold chill hit my gut. Chris! Something must be horribly wrong if he had called me. “Oh, lord. Uh ... I don’t have a phone.” I spu
