James POV
A few hours later and I couldn’t stop pacing the living room. She was planning something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but my gut feeling was hardly ever wrong about things.
“Would you stop pacing?” Damian sighed as he lifted his bourbon glass to his lips and shook his head. “It’s giving me a migraine.”
Stopping in my tracks, I stared at him with frustration. “She is planning something. I know it.”
“She has no idea where to look,” Hale reassured, “she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Now, if you would like to be helpful, we need to search through these books and find a cure for Bella Donna.”
Hale wouldn’t get off the issue of Bella Donna being the drug that was affecting Talon. The moment Ivy had suggested it, he had run with the idea, and he wouldn’t allow any other suggestion to be made.
“What makes you so sure it’s that?” Damian asked as if the idea was one he couldn’t wrap his mind around. “I don’t want us to assume something we aren’t sure of.”
