Chapter 3

“Grandma, what are you doing here?” Lucian asked weakly.

“To stop you two from killing each other, obviously.” She glared at him and then at Nate.

Neither of them dared look back at her. Lucian suddenly felt terribly interested in the sign on the door right next to him that said Recording Roomand wondered what Nate or anyone at the station usually did there.

“Well, does anyone want to tell me what it was about?”

Lucian felt like a student getting caught throwing a stone and breaking a window. He stole another glimpse sideways toward Nate and felt annoyed when he realized the man wasn’t going to say anything. He sighed in resignation as he turned his gaze to his grandmother.

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“Nothing? The security officer outside thought something was on fire.”

Lucian grimaced. “I guess Mr. Lockwood here thought I wasn’t fit to replace you. I didn’t pass his first evaluation.”