"It is Mr. Vasiliev."
Ruby had expected him to call eventually. She was certain of that. What she hadn't expected was the timing. She thought it would either be immediate, right after he heard that she was hurt, or very, very late, after he had handled things.
He was, after all, still needed to do the damage control expected for a man in his position when his ex-wife suddenly became a goddess overnight.
She smiled at the nurse graciously. "Thank you. I would like to speak with him privately, please."
"Oh, sure!" Isabeau stood up eagerly. She set her mug down beside Ruby's, her smile wide. "I have some chores to finish, so I will see you again in a minute."
"Thanks."
The nurse nodded and followed Isabeau out of the tent. The canvas flap fell shut behind them, muffling the distant sounds of the camp. Ruby waited until the footsteps faded, and then she tapped the mute button off.
"Ruby?"
She made sure the smile was audible in her voice. "Is that you, Arzhen?"
