I considered trying to cover my surprise, but Lucius Cimex’s gaze locked on mine. He inclined his head to someone else in the room, and two burly, dark-suited shifters—neither of whom were Corey—walked into the hall and flanked me.
“Lucius, I didn"t expect to see you.”
“Nor I you, Lawrence. Aren"t you supposed to be watching over young Kestrel Graves? How is she?”
Although he hadn"t been in the role of CPDC director for months, he could still make me feel like I"d been caught out at something, that I"d broken some rule. I reminded myself that I didn"t need to answer to him as my boss. In fact, I didn"t even need this job, which I"d only kept for leads about who had killed my father and because it allowed me to bury my feelings in work I found meaningful. So why the escort?
“She"s as we
