LXX

Lyla was still sleeping, restless under the covers on the bed beside him. It had taken a great deal of effort to get her comfortable after Kieran had found her holed up in the bathroom vomiting upon his return. Hours of soft touches, bland broth, and her agitated growls eventually turned to snores. Once Lyla had finally lost consciousness the thread seemed to harmonize, leaving Kieran able to work as he lay at her side.

Reports on Master Luke's movements were less than pleasing. Tasha was still holed up in his apartment, and irksome Milana Brown had come calling, looking for Lyla.

Neither woman's agenda was clear. Tasha was toying with the resistance, for what purpose Kieran was uncertain, but she was up to something.