“Yes. I’m not sure it's such a good idea,” I say worried.
“He’ll take care,” Devon reassures me.
“I know. I worry though.”
“I know.”
I smile, then, as he does know.
“Is Cole okay?”
“A bit freaked out, I think. He’s in your office.”
“I should go and talk to him.”
“Okay. Erm, Lizzie? I think I’m more afraid of you now.” His lips twitch and I burst out laughing.
I find Cole in my office staring at the stained-glass window.
“A bit gory, isn’t it?” he asks, turning as he hears me enter.
You don’t know the half of it, I muse, but say nothing.
“So, that was…” I trail off.
“Uncomfortable? Scary? Upsetting? Tense?” he offers up.
“All of the above,” I confirm.
“Are you okay?” he asks tentatively.
“I’m fine. Are you?” I peer at him.
“A bit shaken up. Both by the secret and you,” he admits. “Your Power,” he amends as he sees my eyes widen. “That was something else. You weren’t really going to hurt him, were you?” he asks, unsure.
“No! Of course not,” I reassure him with a confidence I don’t feel. The Power had taken me over completely, fueled by my rage. “Constantine wouldn’t have let me anyway,” I add.
“He was really mad. Do you think he’s really going to try and kill Gregor?” he asks.
“Yes. But he doesn’t want him to know he knows…”
“I won’t say a word. I don’t want to risk your wrath!” he jokes and hugs me gently. “I’m sorry that you had to go through something like that,” he whispers.
“It’s okay. I’ve been through worse,” I tell him.
He starts with a grimace. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not, no.”
“This has been some night,” he says.
I agree.
“How come you never mentioned you were a dancer? That’s really awesome,” he says suddenly.
Surprised, I answer, “You think so? Wouldn’t have pegged you as a fan of Classical Russian Ballet.”
“Are you kidding? It’s unbelievable.”