Chapter Thirty
Collie knew what she had to do. This lady was a danger to them all and had to be taken care of. But how? Maybe she could find a pack of wolves to devour her. Ah, the bloodlust was starting to quicken within her.
Uncle Josef was giving her a piercing look. Does he know what she's thinking? Nah, not possible. Still, just to put him off the scent, she says, "I guess I'll go join Spike. I'll bet Faith needs a walk." And just as quickly as possible, trying not to scuttle away from those intent eyes, she heads out seemingly towards the St. John wing.
"Elliott, do me a favor, would you?" Josef Kostan is intrigued by what he has just seen in the red-head's face. It's one he's very familiar with but must be rigidly controlled.
Elliott looks up from the computer. He's been doing some more research on this Dr. Lundgren. Turns out she's also a language expert in ancient Norse and researched their customs. "Hey, Uncle J. This lady is pretty cool! And look at her. She's beautiful. Uh, yes, what's the favor?"
Josef is momentarily distracted by the thought that someone might have his first crush, for what he sees is just a mildly pretty female. "When your sister gets that shifty eyed look – you know when she's cooking up some mischief …"
"Oh, no, what's flat face up to? She takes things so personally and well, you know her. I'll bet she sees this as a mission. Don't worry, Uncle J. I'll go find her. Uh, do me a favor in return?"
Elliott looks sheepishly up at his Uncle Josef and blushes scarlet.
"I absolutely promise you'll get to meet the lady."