::waves arms:: I have no time, I am behind on everything so, here is a tiny snippet.
Throws and runs.
My cell rang. I glanced at the number, and a cold spike of anxiety shot through me. “Yes?”
“She will see you today at three,” the polite male voice said.
“Have a nice day, Ms. Tremaine.”
The screen went dark.
“Who was that?” Alessandro asked.
“My grandmother.” Technically, it was Trevor, one of her assistants, a pitbull in human skin with Harvard education and special forces training.
“I’m guessing, it was your other grandmother, because you’re staring at the phone as if it’s a snake about to bite.”