"Stay here until I come to fetch you," he told me.
"I no longer recognize you in the Republic of Joy," I loftily informed him. "Our diplomatic ties are severed."
"Unsever them," he growled, "or the Country of Raphael will be forced to declare your republic a protectorate."
"Dictator," I muttered.
"For life," he agreed. "Stay here."
"You sound like something's going on," I said suspiciously. "You sound like you're doing exactly what you told me not to do. You wouldn't be planning an attempt to prove Milos is the murderer and clear your name with Bartos, would you? You are! You are planning on catching him! Well, you can just let me help, buster I'm supposed to be the one you turn to in time of trouble! We've done the sixth step, I demand that you turn to me for help!"
His gorgeous amber eyes lit with a fire from within. "You do an alpha female quite well. I expect our children will give us nightmares. Stay here."
With a squeeze to my shoulder and a look that left no doubt in my mind that he meant every word he said, he waved Christian ahead of him. The two stood talking together for a minute, then parted and headed off in opposite directions.
"That's so romantic," Roxy sighed, watching them. "Bitter enemies pursuing the same woman, their love for you bringing them together."
"Romantic my Aunt Fanny," I snapped, and would have said more but the woman waiting to have her runes read coughed politely. I apologized for the delay and gave her the "think of a question" spiel, using her moment of indecision to whisper to Roxy.
"I'll need you to help me a little later Obviously, the Bobbsey Twins are going to make a stink if I try to talk to Milos by myself, so you'll have to help me get away from them."
"Talk to him? Why do you want to talk to him? He's a killer! I have to say I'm with the guys on this, Joy. Let the police handle the situation. Let Raphael do it—if he's a spy, he'll know all about truth serums and stuff. Let Christian mind-meld with him, but there's no reason for you to talk to him by yourself."
"Raphael doesn't see the truth, he's too stubborn. He needs my help whether or not he realizes it. Besides I won't be by myself," I said, shaking the amethyst runes in the bag. "I'll have you."
There wasn't much she could say to that, not with me laying out the runes and telling the woman what they said, but she sure sent me a look that promised retribution at the earliest possible moment. I grinned back.
Sometimes silence truly is golden.
Chapter Nineteen
I read runes for another two hours, looking up periodically to find either Raphael or Christian watching me. I ignored both of them, as well as the two men Christian posted on either side of the aisle. There were just no words to adequately express my disgust with either overprotective, pigheaded, domineering man. Individually, I could have dealt with them; working together, they were almost impossible to conquer.
Almost.
"Are you done here?" Raphael asked as I was tucking away my stones.
I started to glare at him, then realized he was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
He sighed and waited for me to finish putting things away, then took my hand and steered me toward the long lawn. "Yes, something's wrong, something is very wrong, but unfortunately, I find myself in a position—"
I had a sudden premonition of what he was going to say.
"—of needing to ask you for help."
"Yes," I said immediately, squeezing his hand and all but jumping up and down with the warm glow of pleasure that filled me. He needed me! He wanted my help! He finally acknowledged the fact that I was the one who was put on this earth to aid him in his greatest hour of need.
"You don't even know what I want you to do," he answered, pulling me to a halt behind the aura photography booth. His lovely eyes were grim.
"I don't care, I'll do it."
"It's dangerous—" He ran a hand through his curls, then shook his head. "Hell, what am I doing? It's too dangerous for you, I can't ask you to put yourself in that sort of a situation."
"Yes, you can. Raphael, I trust you. I know you'll keep me safe no matter what I have to do."
He stared at me for a moment, then took my face in his hands. "Baby, I wish there were another way, but—"
"I'll do it, I'm happy to, honest."
"There's no time to come up with another plan—"
"I'll do it, Raphael, I'll do it! Do you hear me? I'LL DO IT!"
"—and Bartos feels that you are the key… I know he's right, but still—"
"I'll make a very good key," I promised. "I'll be the best damned key there ever was. Let me help you, please!"