CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
GIRLS NIGHT OUT
“I have a long night today, sugar,” Saul says casually, checking the time on his watch like he isn’t about to disappear into another criminal operation. “Also, I might have some great news tomorrow.”
I don’t even pretend to be hopeful.
“What? You’re finally returning my sister and nephew?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He laughs. Actually laughs. The sound is smooth, amused, almost warm if you didn’t know what kind of monster lived behind it.
“Behave,” he says lightly, “and maybe that will happen soon. But the news? Unrelated. I assure you, it’s going to be quite the surprise.”
“Right,” I mutter.
He studies me, unimpressed by my lack of enthusiasm. “You could at least pretend to be excited.”
He stands, sliding his phone into his pocket, str
