Chapter 158

Deidre

“Fontaine?” I flick through my mental list of scholars. Nothing registers. “Well, if he’s not a medical scientist or researcher, I probably wouldn’t have heard of him.”

Mark grunts, throwing his phone down next to his lunch plate. “I’ve got nothing. The internet is supposed to be helpful. All I have are a bunch of university papers and a bunch of research I can’t make heads or tales of.”

“Ah yes. My husband’s Beta, ever the academic,” I smile over the brim of my cup.

“Quit it,” Jason growls, absorbed in his own phone screen. “Janas is keeping tabs on him, but other than going back to the infirmary, he hasn’t done much apart from call a taxi to take him to a restaurant.”

Mark blinks. “A restaurant?”

“Yes,” I quip. “The social environment in which people elect to eat and enjoy one another’s company–not that you’ve been to one in the last ten years.”

“Seriously?” Jason snaps, head swiveling between Mark and I. “This is the last thing we need.”

“A restaurant is not a securit