“Hello?” I said, and the word sounded bizarrely normal.
“Paris says find the Methodist cemetery in Augusta, Kansas.” Click.
For several seconds, I could make no sense of the words, thoroughly distracted by the sound of her voice. By the time sense returned, I was listening to a dial tone.
And the Formyndari Hunter was watching me.
The words “wrong number” almost made it past my lips. But it would be an obvious lie. I needed to get to Kansas without suspicious Formyndari on my heels. “My Lumi,” I said instead. “We’re… having some problems.” My cheeks flushed, and I let them. The suspicion faded reluctantly from his eyes, and he turned his attention back to a tinny voice on his headset.
I strode casually from the room, trying to think. Paris actually had gone to Naomi, which I hadn’t ex
