Page 148 of Storm of Secrets and Sorrow

Without a word, he held the phone out to Luka. He took it stiffly, bringing it to his ear.

“Hello?”

There was a pause while she spoke. A long pause that had Theon bristling at the fact she could hardly muster two words for him, yet could apparently give a small speech to Luka.

“I think that’s a reasonable assumption,” Luka said before pausing again. “No, don’t do that—” Another pause. “Tessa—” A pause, followed by a long sigh. “Can you not wait until you’re back for that?” Another pause. “Yes, I will… No… For fuck’s sake, Tessa. I already said yes.”

There was another pause, and then, with an irritated huff, he handed the phone back to Theon.

“Tessa—” he started.

“I had a dream last night,” she announced.

“…what kind of dream?”

“Yesterday you asked if I’d had any dreams. I did.”

“What was it about?” he asked, trailing Luka to their vehicle.

“Felicity.”

Theon tripped on nothing, stumbling a bit. “Why would you dream about Felicity?”

“I don’t know. You were…”

“I was what?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Tessa—”

“I have to go.”

The line went dead, and Theon lowered his phone to his lap. He didn’t know when he’d climbed into the vehicle.

“What happened?” Luka asked, waiting to back out of their parking spot.

“I should ask you the same thing. What the fuck was that about?”

“Her training,” Luka answered simply, putting the vehicle in reverse.

“It sounded like it was more than that.”

His phone rang again, and when his eyes dropped to the screen, he thought he might lose his lunch.

Felicity.

Tessa knows, he realized.

Or at the very least, she suspected.

It was why she’d never asked about his Match contract.

Godsdammit.

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TESSA

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