Chapter 87
With a growl that was more show than anything else, Edmund released his hold enough for Mathias to wriggle free. “Let’s talk about how best to get to Ilyin,” he said.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Mathias yanked open the door. “Let’s not.”
From the hallway, Edmund heard the back alley door close. Before Mathias could storm out, he grabbed his arm to yank him back. “We’re not having a scene in front of Sheryl,” he said.
Mathias frowned. “Who the bloody hell is Sheryl?”
“One of my waitresses,” Darby replied. She poked her head out into the hall, looking up and down its length before turning a matching frown back to Edmund. “She’s not out there. Why did you think she was?”
“Because…” She’s not supposed to be outside