Page 53 of Truth (Wicked Empire 2)

Eleven

Amethyst

“There’ssomeone I’d like you to meet,” Davit said.

He had been distant, and those were the most words he had said to me since the incident at the café.

I understood his anger, but had plenty of my own.

I still thought about what I had seen that day, or rather, what I thought I’d seen.

It wasn’t like me to go off like that, but I was convinced I’d seen something.

Told myself that it was the circumstances.

I’d gone through so many changes in such a short period of time, there was no way it wouldn’t have an effect on me.

Perfectly reasonable explanations, but not ones that satisfied me.

Still, with no way to sort out what was happening, I decided to focus on what was in front of me. And for the moment, that was easing some of the tension between Davit and me.

“Who?”

He didn’t answer, but instead walked over to the hotel door and opened it.

I looked curiously at the man who walked in.

He wasn’t quite six feet, but bulky. Older. I’d guess late fifties or early sixties. His hair was a mix of black and silver, and his face had a rough look to it.

His eyes, though, which were a light shade of brown, seemed friendly enough.

I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him.

“Hello, ma’am,” he said.

His voice was heavily accented, and it was strange to have someone his age address me as “ma’am.”

“It’s just Amy,” I said with a smile.

He nodded, but didn’t otherwise speak.

I looked at Davit, questioning.

“This is Erik. He’s going to handle your security from now on,” he said.

I looked at Erik, whose face was completely impassive, then looked back at Davit.

My annoyance was rising, but I decided I would share that with him later.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Erik,” I said.

He nodded, and then Davit tilted his head toward the door.

Erik left without another word.

“What is this about?”

He glared at me. “You have to ask?”

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