Chapter 24
Jensen
The day is as dreary as I feel, and that’s saying something.
It’s gray and blustery, but it isn’t forecast to rain until late this afternoon.
I’ve spent most of the morning looking for flights home, and I’ve called Lucien and confessed all my sins.
He’s understandably aghast, and Branson is wild with rage.
It took me over an hour to convince him that the only thing that would be gained from him flying out and kicking the lord’s ass would be landing himself in jail.
Fortunately, the threat of being parted from Lucien for any length of time was enough to slightly subdue his rage.
Still, I’m bracing for an irate call from my mother any minute now.
My phone rings, vibrating loudly on my desk, and I wince, surreptitiously eyeing the screen to see who it is.
It’s Wilder.
I don’t answer.
My dad calls next, and I don’t answer that either.
Christian’s up next, which infuriates me. What the hell has any of this got to do with my brother’s best friend?
I don’t answer his call either.
I can feel my family’s concern so strongly that I can hardly sit still. It’s awful. They might be an ocean away, but their feelings are palpable. I can’t bear it.
I can’t.
The phone rings again. I peer at the screen, taking great care not to touch it, lest I answer by accident. It’s my mother.
As my phone clatters on my desk, I look out the window. It’s as gloomy as it gets out there, a thick band of fog blanketing the horizon. I look out and look out and look out until, at last, the moor calls my name.