Chapter 392

"Yes. One I'd like to resolve as quickly as possible. My client hired me to find out what had happened to you. This is strictly a professional visit."

"Keep telling yourself that, bella. Who's the client? Nava?" He shot me a grin so wolfish that my stomach did two and half somersaults.

Feeling like Little Red Riding Hood alone in the dark forest, I tamped down the urge to taunt, "Here, wolfie, wolfie," then run and see if he'd chase me. "Like Nee could afford me. And I'm not saying. My clients are a matter of confidentiality."

"Rohan, then." Drio jogged down the stairs and relieved me of my coat and bag. "Would you have come anyway?"

"Maybe. But only to stab you."

He laughed, a rich belly laugh.

I rolled onto the insides of my feet, then winced again.

Drio slung the bag over his shoulder and waited.

"Fine. You may carry me."

"Grazie, principessa. I appreciate you bestowing this favor upon me." He lifted me into his arms and flashed up the stairs.