He noted she took the glasses off for this portion, blinked like an owl in sunlight, and
seemed to take a very long breath. The way a diver might, he mused, before
plunging off a high board into a dark pool.
seemed to take a very long breath. The way a diver might, he mused, before
plunging off a high board into a dark pool.
Three Fates
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And one look at Tia had him biting back the rest of the oaths. She was white as a sheet, her eyes already going glassy with shock.
She doesn’t deserve this, he thought. And he had no doubt it was his hunting her down that had brought this on her.
"You need to sit down."
"What?"
"Sit."
Brisk now, he took her by the arm and pulled her to a chair, dumped her in it.
"We’ll call security. Can you tell if anything’s missing?"
"My computer." She tried to catch her breath, found it blocked. Fearing an asthma
attack, she dug in her briefcase for her inhaler. "My laptop’s gone."
He frowned at her while she sucked on the inhaler. "What was on it?"
She waved a hand as she drew in medication. "My work," she managed between gulps. "New book. E-mail, accounts— banking." She rooted through her bag again for pills. "I’ve got a disk copy of the book in here."
But it was a prescription bottle she pulled out.
Malachi nipped it out of her hand. "What’s this?" He read the label, and his frown deepened. "We’ll just hold off on this for now. You’re not going to be hysterical."
"I’m not?"
"You’re not."
She felt the telltale tickle at the back of her throat that presaged a panic attack. "I think you’re wrong."
Three Fates