Phoenix (The Sensitives) by Dawn Rae Miller

Author:Dawn Rae Miller
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: FinnStar Publishing
Published: 2014-05-18T07:00:00+00:00

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Annalise's room is at the far side of my house, overlooking the back garden. It's the best bedroom in the house after mine. I shuffle down the hallway, passing rooms used for newscasts, meetings, and other business. It's like having a mini-State department in my own home.

I pause outside her door before knocking. If she's resting, I don't want to wake her.

"Annalise?" I say softly. "Are you awake?"

"Come in, Lark." I turn the handle and let myself in. Annalise sits on her bed, still dressed in her day clothes. "What can I do for you?"

My heart hammers against my chest. I have no idea how to start this conversation, so I say, "Are your accommodations satisfactory?"

An amused smile dances across Annalise's lips. "Is that what you really want?"

I shake my head.

"What is it?"

I stare at my hands. "I know where Ryker is." No point in delaying the news.

Annalise inhales sharply. Her face turns to stone, completely emotionless. "Where is he?"

I bite the inside of my lip as I weigh my options. If I tell her right away, she may send guards up to arrest him. "If I tell you, what are you going to do?"

She gives me an incredulous look. "Arrest him. He's our prime suspect in the attack against you."

"He didn't do it. I'm positive." I lift my chin and look Annalise straight in the eyes. "And so is Beck."

She laughs. "Well, if Beck thinks Ryker is innocent, then by all means he must be."

"What does that mean?"

Annalise waves her hand. "Nothing." She slides off the bed. "What do you want me to do with him?"

Deep breath. "I want him to join my guard - especially now that you're on administrative duties only."

"You want your ex-mate and possible assassin to join your guard. Are you crazy?"

"Test him," I say. "Put him through rigorous testing, and if he fails, arrest him. If he passes, he joins my guard."

Annalise swallows loudly. She turns her attention to the window. Wind rattles the panes slightly. "Fine. I agree. Now where is he?"

I wipe my hands on the skirt of my dress. "In my sitting room."

Her mouth drops open. "How long has he been here?"

"A few days."

With carefully measured steps, she crosses the room to where I stand near the door. "Well come along, Lark. We have a possible terrorist to interrogate."

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