“Yes,” I snap, “that’s why I barged in here. And if you won’t let me make the call in my room, I’ll useyour line here.”
“It’s in use,” he replies acidly.
“I guess I’ll wait until you’re done then.” I notice Isaak exchange a glance with Bogdan.
“Maybe you should be here for this anyway,” Isaak tells me.
I freeze. My heartbeat slows to a crawl. I don’t like his tone or the look in his eye. “Who are youtalking to?”
“It’s your knight in shining armor.”
Do I even want to be here for this?
It takes me only a second to decide: Yes, yes I do.
I need to hear his voice. I need to hear him acknowledge who he is. I need the truth, from his lips.
“I want to speak to him.”
Isaak’s eyes get even colder. “Oh no, kiska, you don’t get to speak to him. You can sit here and be agood little girl, mou
