But Orlando was downstairs when they went down to breakfast, sitting in Connor's kitchen, drinking some coffee with a worried expression on his face. He stood up when they entered, then looked from one to the other.
"You're back together," he said flatly.
"Yes," said Katrina.
"Break my sister's heart again and I'll feed you to my dog," Orlando said to Connor.
"Understood," Connor said, and Orlando nodded.
"Where is Sakira?" he asked.
"We were just going to look for her," Katrina said.
"Corinna tells me she never came home. What's going on?"
"It could be nothing," Connor lied. "We were going to start searching."
"Getting kind of a late start, aren't you? It's nearly noon."
"Connor just got out of the hosp--" Katrina started, noticing Connor's warning look too late.
"What were you doing in the hospital?" Orlando asked.
They looked at each other and Katrina sighed. "Orlando, you'd better sit down."
"No," he said after they'd told him the story, "That's ridiculous. Sakira would never do anything of the sort."
"And why wouldn't I?" said Sakira, who had just walked in. Her clothes were ripped and she had bruises on her face and body but she was smiling, serene even.
"Oh, god, what happened to you?" Orlando said, going to her, but she brushed him off.
"I'm fine. Just had to work off a little excess energy, is all."
Connor noticed that her mouth looked bruised, and that the bruises on her neck were vaguely finger-shaped. He'd bet good money his cousin had had sex last night, and not the kind you wrote home to mother about. He hoped Orlando was less observant, but one look at his face told him different.
Orlando pursed his lips and glared at his fiancee.
She laughed. "You look like such an old woman when you do that."
He looked like she'd slapped him. "How did you work off that energy, Sakira?"
She wandered to the fridge and started eating right out of the containers. "God, I'm starving."
"Sakira, answer the question."
"This is good chicken," she said, grabbing a whole side of a bird and eating it hungrily.
She sighed and turned to him. "I had wild, fabulous sex, OK?"
Connor and Katrina exchanged glances and backed slowly out of the room as the fireworks started.
"She's not acting like herself," Katrina said.
"Gee, you noticed?" he said.
"Not one apology for putting you in the hospital." Katrina looked like she'd like to punch Sakira for that.
"She's going through a thing," Connor said, "and when she comes down--if she comes down--it's not going to be pretty."
Katrina nodded and put her arms around him. "What do we do now?"
"We stay here and pretend not to listen, just in case things get out of hand."
"If she hurts my brother--" Katrina started for the kitchen again.
"I don't think she's going to," Connor said, grabbing her shoulder. "She seems more under control."
Trouble was, he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.Next Chapter