sat down beside Echo. A man, dressed in black pants and a gray shirt, came toward her carrying a tray. He appeared a little older than the others. His gray — no, his hair wasn’t the color of old age but a steel-tone, she realized — hung down his back in a ponytail.
“Darci, this is our butler, Hedori,” Echo said. “He deserves a medal for putting up with us. Hedori, Darci Callahan.”
His unusual orange-green eyes gleamed in amusement. “It has its… moments.”
Butler? The man looked as if he should be out hunting terrorists or something.
Hedori set the tray of steaming creamy chicken and pasta in front of her, along with juice, salad, and rolls. At the sight and scent of the mouth-watering feast, her stomach whimpered in hunger.
“Ms. Callahan, my pleasure.”
“Please, call me Darci.”
Hedori gave her a small bow and headed back for the kitchen.
She picked up her fork, twisted a tine full of tagliatelle and ate it. Chewing the delicious pasta, she glanced up to find Echo watching her with that same look of confusion again. Darci swiped at her chin. “There’s sauce on my face, right?”
“Oh, no.” Echo hurried to reassure her, her expression sheepish. “I'm glad the clothes fit. They belong to my friend.”
“Just about,” Darci said with wry grimace. “As long as I don’t perform squats, I'm safe.”
Echo laughed. Her cell beeped, distracting her. She drew it from her jeans pocket and sighed. “My tutor’s early. I was going to show you around.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Darci waved her fork, “go. I’ll be fine.” Then curiosity got the better of her. “What are you studying?”
Echo rose and pocketed her cell. “Ancient history. Hedori can show you to the library. There’s also a great theatre if you want to watch a movie. I’ll join you later—” A low disgruntled growl interrupted them. “There you are.” Echo laughed. She scooped up a chubby feline the color of chimney smoke with a very distinct ginger ruff. His bushy tail flicked her arm. “Did Aethan send you to keep watch over me during my lesson, hmmm? Come, meet a new friend.” She brought the cat over. “Bob, this is Darci.”
Darci reached out and stroked the animal. Amber eyes gave her the once over then she was rewarded with a rumbling purr. “He’s beautiful.”
“My guardian gave him to me.” Sorrow tinged Echo’s words.
“I'm so sorry for your loss,” Darci said hastily, remorse taking over at the fleeting flash of pain in the younger woman’s expression.
Echo lifted startled mismatched eyes to her. “Oh, no, he’s alive. It’s just that I haven’t seen him since I er— moved in with Aethan.” At Darci’s confused look, she explained, “Damon and Aethan don’t exactly see eye-to-eye. It’s a long story—” Another sharp beep of her cell. “Crap, Lore is impatient, must dash. I’ll see you later.” Echo set the cat back on the floor and hustled off.
Darci frowned as she ate, staring at the door Echo had disappeared through.
Who took lessons at midnight? She got that these men worked for some kind of special ops organization. With their impressive sizes, it seemed logical. And then there were their incredible good looks and strange eye colors. Must not forget Blaéz’s unbelievable abilities… Something in this place just didn't fit.
Darci took a sip of her juice, picked up her empty plate and made her way over to the kitchen. Bob weaved between her heels then dashed across the room as Hedori set a bowl of kibble on the floor and face-planted there.
Hedori straightened and smiled at her. “Would you like dessert? There’s chocolate cake.”
Just the word chocolate and she was ready to forget her questions. “No, but thanks.” She struggled past her craving and set her dishes in the sink. Her curves didn't need the added calories. “I'm full from that wonderful meal…” She hesitated. Dammit, just ask him.
“Do all of them work the night shift?” Sheesh!
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