Is it a native language?” Mikayla peered into his face searching for the cause of his obvious anxiety. Sweat broke out on Dejeune’s forehead. Mikayla shook Dejeune’s arm. “Monsieur Dejeune?” Dejeune looked into Mikayla’s eyes and forced himself to grow calm. He was threatening the project. He was threatening his work for the Wolf. He mustn’t allow anything to interfere with the plan the Wolf had put into play. He also owed it to this young historian to protect her. She was an innocent pawn in the drama that was playing out. They were just beginning the second act. He had a duty to protect her against the danger she was in regardless of her knowledge of that danger. It was also his duty to protect the secret of the Wolf. Dejeune drew himself to his full height and adjusted his dress jacket. “I apologize, Dr. Knight,” he handed the notebook back to her in a swift moment, his movements again having purpose and not being lost in dreams of ancient knightly quests. “I was not feeling well this morning, yet I insisted that I give you this tour.
