Gavril
I stripped off my coat next and threw it so that it could join the tie. “None of your concern. I want to know why the embassy would care about a missing American.”
The visit wasn’t common. If Naomi had been a senator’s daughter or some high-society princess, I could understand, but nothing in her background suggested either, and I wanted to know who would be looking for her.
“Who did you tell?”
“No one,” she answered, throwing up her hands. “I have no means to tell anyone even if I wanted to.”
I stalked toward her, and she shrank back, causing me to pause. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Even agitated as I was, I wasn’t going to take it out on Naomi.
Something flickered in her eyes before she looked away. “I know.”
Was my mother right about her? Was she keeping secrets from me?
