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him. Their faces were so close she could have kissed him if she could make her body work. All it wanted to do right now was shake. “I made you watch this because I want you to understand. You’re in terrible danger. This is the Organization. I don’t know why they sent this today when they did it four years ago. But I’m certain there’s a reason. Clearly, they think to hurt me by what they did to Carl. They succeeded. The poor bastard must have thought I’d be looking for him, must have thought I’d rescue him, and I thought he had just run off …
    .”
    Draco’s voice faded away and his gaze became hooded. She wondered if he was holding back tears. She no longer held back hers. She hadn’t known Carl very well; he had hired her, not been her friend. Regardless, the video horrified her. The poor man.
    Finally, when she could speak, she answered him. “It’s not your fault. They’re after you, Draco. They want to hurt you. They’ve held onto this for four years; they’re planning something.”
    “I agree.” He nodded and she noted he hadn’t let go of his grip on her or made any move to remove her from his lap. “I need you to pull yourself together and call a meeting of all of the Superheroes. Don’t tell their Handlers what’s going on. I don’t need panic, not yet. Tell everyone who is out in the field they have to report in the next hour.
    I know some people are overseas. They are going to have to fly like hell. I won’t take any excuses.”
    Wendy must have mumbled some sort of agreement. Her mind wasn’t quite working, but Draco accepted it.
    “Make the calls from in here. I don’t want anyone to hear what you’re saying.
    Then, when you’re finished, you have to do something for me.”
    She cleared her throat; it felt raw. “What?”
    “I want you to stay in this building. It’s safe in here. Don’t go anywhere, not even around the corner for a coffee. Sit here at your desk. If you have to go to the bathroom, go fast and then return to your desk. Don’t move.”
    “You just want me to sit at my desk.”
    “Correct. I’m going to call everyone into the vault to discuss this. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
    Draco was speaking very slowly as speaking to someone for whom English was a second language.
    “It means … .” She appreciated he was being gentle with her. “You’ll be behind closed doors, unreachable by cell phone.”
    “There’ll be three pounds of lead between us and the rest of the world. No one will be able to hear what we discuss, and no one will be able to reach me. Including you. It’s the only flaw in the system, but I’d never counted on having my Handler become a target.”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not so sure.”
    “I’ll stay at my desk, like you said. If I run out of work, I’ll sign online and play my game.”
    Draco nodded, his black hair falling into his eyes. Since she sat on his lap, and the whole thing had gotten preposterously out of hand, she gave in to her instinct and pushed his hair off his forehead. He was so deep in thought he didn’t seem to notice, which was both upsetting and relieving, as she worried about her forwardness immediately after she’d acted.
    “I would bring you down there with me but then all of the Superheroes are going to want their Handlers, and you’re the only non-Superhero in the world I trust.”
    Her cheeks heated at his remarks. Maybe it was because she was his Handler and she did a good job. Maybe it wasn’t personal. But sitting on his lap as he told her he trusted her, she couldn’t help but feel he’d given her the greatest compliment of her life.
    “I’d never betray you, Draco.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
    His gaze met hers and when he smiled, it looked like ten years lifted from his face. “I know.”
    Silence stretched between them like a highway. “Maybe I should get up.”
    He nodded. “Good idea. I’m going to go down to the vault to get ready. I’m