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She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. “You disappeared last night.”
“I didn’t feel like a party.”
She studied my face, and I wished I’d had time to check the mirror to see what condition I was in after being up all night. But I must have passed muster because she scowled. “I tried calling you. I had to get Roark to let me in.”
“Sorry. My phone probably died.” In fact, I had no idea where it was.
“I can’t find Lach, either.” She glanced around my room again, like she knew he’d been here.
“Oh. Did you check his room?” I walked out of mine and headed toward his.
His door was wide open.
“I did. His door was unlocked, and he was nowhere to be found,” she said suspiciously, following after me. She grabbed my arm and tugged me toward the living room. “Come on. We can’t keep them waiting.”
“We? Them?” I repeated weakly.
In fact, three people were waiting for us in the living room. Roark and Shaw were lounging in the twin set of leather club chairs by the fireplace, both eyeing the other person in the room with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Sirius waited on the couch, and he looked relieved to see us. He pushed to his feet, and my heart stuttered when I saw the folder in his hands.
“She lives—for now,” Ciara announced ominously.
I ignored her, focused entirely on that folder. “What did you find?”
“Shouldn’t we wait for Lach?” Shaw asked.
“This can’t wait,” I told him. Not if Sirius was holding what I thought he was.
But Shaw studied me. “Do you know where Lach is? We thought maybe you two took off together last night.”
“No clue.” This was true, since he wasn’t in his room.
He tilted his head. “We just figured if you…”
“Give it a rest,” Roark muttered.
Shaw rolled his eyes. “You just want to—”
“Would you just try again, Roark?” Ciara interrupted her brother.
He sighed, but he straightened a little, an intense concentration settling on his face.
“What is he doing?” I whispered to Ciara.
“Calling Lach. He’s been trying to reach him all morning.”
“Does he need a phone?” I asked slowly.
“He’s using the signet, but Lach must have taken his off…or he’s just ignoring him.” She rolled her eyes.
The signet ring connected them? Roark had admitted last night that he had been purposefully keeping us apart, but he hadn’t said how. I had no idea if Lach had been wearing his last night—or, for that matter, ten minutes ago. But he was definitely taking it off in the future.
Roark finally relaxed. “He’s on his way.”
“So, can you hear him?” I asked carefully.
A smirk played on his mouth. “Only if he wants me to.”
I was going to have to speak with Lach about that.