By the time Sunny left the building, Saint was gone. He raised the collar of his jacket to prevent the rain from seeping under it and hid under the eaves of a nearby convenience store, taking out his communicator with an unhappy expression.
Effie was running late. She was supposed to call him as soon as her press conference was over and then arrive shortly after — today, they had hoped to make Saint remember who she truly was.
Obviously, that plan would have to be reworked now.
'Saint is too damn smart.'
He knew, of course, that his Shadow was highly intelligent. However, since she never spoke, Sunny never realized just how keenly astute she really was. It had taken her only a few minutes to deduce exactly what he was doing, why he was doing it, and what his end goal was.
