Chapter 93

Pressing George closer to his chest, and battling to keep a lid on his temper, Troy asked, “Was going to say the same of you.” Troy tried to scan her mind but found his attempts were being blocked. He remembered she’d blocked him previously. If she could do that, then what else could she block?

She turned to the senior councilman. “Mr. Jones, I do not appreciate being manhandled and—”

“Shut up!” Troy barked. Although he couldn’t scan her, he was able to scan the contents of the bag she was holding. “What’s in that bag?”

She clutched the bag to her chest and glared at Troy. “I don’t have to tell you!”

“Katerina,” the senior councilman said evenly. “What were you doing down here?”

“Checking some old records.” She smiled, evidently thinking she’d given a convincing reply.

“Brendan, would you take that bag from her?” Troy asked.

Katerina stood her ground.

“Katerina,” the senior councilman’s voice remained even. “What is in that bag?”