Some emotion I can’t read crosses Nikolai’s face, and I realizeit’s the first time I’ve let myself look up at him. His gray eyesare locked on mine, silver in the moonlight, and his jaw isworking. He’s bothered.
Is it because of Roger?
Or is it because of me?
“Why are you here?” I ask again, despite my better instincts.
“Just get in the car, Belle.”
“Not until you tell me why you’re—”
“Elise called me,” he snaps. “She called me a few hours agoand said you were sick. She’s scared.”
Too many thoughts swirl through my brain. It’s hard to grabonto any one of them.
“Elise called you? She—A few hours ago?” I frown. “Andyou’re already here?”
Nikolai glances at Roger and then backs away like he’sworried he won’t be able to control hi
