I want to know who she is particularly close to
among the staff here.” Who is besotted with her. Hell,
they probably all were. Except Donald, who rarely
broke his stoic façade. And Andreas. “And what
questions she asks.”
Donald inclined his head, hair slipping a fraction
more. “It will be done.” He watched Andreas for a
moment. “And she and her family will be safe here,”
he said, gaze steady, eyes just an extra bit bright.
Andreas nodded sharply back, dismissed him
quickly, all while trying to hold back the curses
layering his tongue at the words that were both said
and unsaid. Donald was infected too.
Goddamn biscuits.

Author: Anne Mallory