balcony, but she didn’t want to risk anyone else seeing Sophia and not her “grandmother”.
As she sipped her coffee, Sophia turned the gold disk over in her free hand. She needed to find a local to tell her what the inscription meant, yet she didn’t trust anyone with the object. For all she knew, it could be a stolen priceless artifact, and showing it around could land her in jail. Sophia set her cup down and pulled her computer onto her lap. She opened the files that listed her father’s siblings. One of her aunts lived in South Africa. At forty-seven, Xenia Carmichael was the oldest of her aunts and uncles who had yet to transition. If it were up to Sophia, she would tell every last one of them what they had hidden inside and warn them about their mates.
When Sophia did a search on her aunt, she found the woman was no longer living in South Africa, but Alexandria. How fortuitous. She should have already known that, but her mind had been preoccupied as of late with one tall, handsome Gargoyle. Sometimes she felt like a teenager with her first crush. She might as well be. Sophia hadn’t dated much and was still a virgin. Hopefully, Nikolas wouldn’t be too rough their first time. Then again…
Dammit, she really needed to focus. Tessa had been to Egypt several times over the last decade watching over Xenia. According to her documentation, she had never actually met with the woman, only observed her from a distance. Sophia would need to come up with a good excuse to visit her, especially if she was going to entrust her with the disk. She would probably trust Beatrice at first glance more than a young woman traveling alone, but Sophia didn’t want to chance getting mugged dressed as the older woman. She also didn’t want to risk being noticed as herself, so she chose to become Clara Fort.
She checked the train schedule from Cairo to Alexandria. Even though she already had her first clue, she was tempted to get on the ferry to see if she was still being followed. She definitely wouldn’t take a chance on going back to the zoo. At least, not as Beatrice. When she decided against the ferry, she called and canceled her reservation.
Even though she’d had a couple of pastries, Sophia was still hungry. She blamed it on her shifter metabolism. She ordered a hummus and pita plate from room service and in less than twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door. Since she wasn’t Beatrice, she called out, “Please leave it.” Sophia reached out with her senses. When the footsteps retreated, she opened the door and picked up the tray.
While she was eating, a ping sounded from her computer. The only one who had this particular email address was Tiffany, her friend at the library. There was only one reason she would be emailing – to let her know Nikolas had received her note. Her fingers hit the wrong keys several times before she typed in the correct password. Calm your ass down. It’s not like he even knows where you are. Sure enough, Tiffany relayed what transpired: “I told him you had taken a leave of absence, as you instructed. The man was not happy.” Sophia couldn’t help but smile. She closed out of the email without responding. Knowing her mate had come calling again lightened her heart a fraction.
After putting on the Clara prosthetic, Sophia gathered everything she thought she might need and dropped it in her bag. Not taking a chance with the disk , she slid it into the pocket of the black slacks she was wearing. She French-braided her long hair before wrapping a scarf around her head. Being lighter skinned than Egyptian women, she dressed conservatively not wanting to draw unwanted attention to herself. She locked her room and snuck downstairs to hail a taxi. While she would love to take the ferry to Giza, she wanted to decipher the clues that were on the disk more. Maybe when she had her parents back safely, she could enjoy the scenery.
The express train ride took a little over three hours. The