Chapter 46
46
CONNOR
“She came around here earlier. She was looking for you.”
Eric is waiting for me to reply to that juicy piece of information, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of a positive response. I merely glare at the man.
“Don’t talk about her again,” I mutter darkly.
“Ember? Never?”
“No.”
“Weren’t you two getting on? I don’t understand why you’ve turned like this, Connor. You guys were really hitting it off.”
I grunt.
“She’s just some city journalist who thinks she can write an article and then understand everything about a person.”
“She’s not that bad,” Eric says. “You know it.”
“She is.”
“You don’t really think that, Connor.”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t assume what I think, Eric.”
The man scoffs.
“I think I can,” he replies.
Suddenly, the station alarm blares - a notification of an emergency. It’s the highest-level category for a fire. We’ve not had one of these for a hell of a long time.
What the...
Eric and I don’t have to wait for long to find out what’s happening – one of our colleagues runs into the room, panting.
He looks terrified.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“The fire... it’s yours,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
The firefighter breathes in, rushed. He’s sprinted to find me. And me specifically . It takes him a moment to push out the words.
“The emergency... it’s at the Penmayne mansion. It’s on fire.”
The fuck?