Page 163 of Depths of Destruction
"Yes."
My panic increases. "Did something happen?"
"No. He told me things are in motion."
"What does that mean?"
"Honestly, I'm not totally sure. He couldn't go into detail since we were over the phone. It was a conversation in code. But Andre must have needed him for something."
"Like what?"
He pats my hand. "Naomi, I don't know. But this is good news."
I release a breath then wipe my face.
"Andre knows what he's doing. He's smart. He'll be okay."
I sniffle and nod.
Blaise walks around the counter and sits on the barstool next to me. "I talked to Sloane."
I tap my fingers on the counter. "Who's that?"
Blaise slaps his hand on mine. "You're making me nervous with your tapping."
"Sorry. Guess I sometimes forget you have issues, too."
He chuckles. "That's a nice way to say I'm screwed up."
"You and me both."
He removes his hand. "Sloane is the woman who helped me. I know you can't leave the house right now, but she can come here."
"You think I need a shrink?"
Blaise arches an eyebrow, crosses his arms, and leans back.
I groan and put my hands over my face.
"I think she can help you."
I stay silent.
"It might help pass the time while Andre and Emilia are gone, too."
I scissor my fingers and peek at him. "Fine."
He grins, as if I've made him happy. "Okay. I'll set it up. I have something else to ask, too."
"What's that?"
"I need a snorkeling buddy today."
"A snorkeling buddy?"
"Yep. Your back is all scabbed over. I picked up some waterproof plaster so you should be okay to get in the ocean if we use it.” He points out the window. "It's not going to get any more perfect than this."
I gaze outside. The water is perfectly calm, twinkling from the sun. "Okay."
