She placed her hand on his knee. A muted plea for him to remember himself. And Alex, who could wake up any moment. The last thing she wanted was for her son to hear his father cursing so violently. He stood up, walking a few rows away.“I’m so sorry,” she said to Horus. She didn’t understand why Garrit was so upset, and while he had stopped swearing, she could still feel him simmering with anger.The brown man was leaning back in his seat again, watching her husband and seemingly trying not to smile. “No, no. No need to apologize.”“I knew I remembered you,” Garrit said. It was somewhere between a whisper and a growl. “I knew it.”“Garrit.” She grabbed him by the arm and forced him into a seat. “Qu’est-ce que t’as?” What is your problem? But he only shook his head in response and glared at Horus.“I apologize for causing your husband such distress, madame. I suppose I won’t be needing directions to the House of Lions after all.”Garrit swore again. “As if you didn’t know.”She frowned at him until he looked away, then she glanced at Horus.
