And the Stars Danced Ch. 7

copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford




Chapter Seven

Karl waited, not so much as blinking while he watched Elliot. The man had a very bad poker face; Karl could tell he was considering lies, and when he discarded each one. Finally, Elliot sighed and slumped and just looked defeated. He presented a heart-tugging image, and Karl wasn’t as immune to it—to Elliot—as he should have been. “Just tell me,” he urged, finally cutting a glare toward the panel that Elliot still held. Elliot stroked over several of...