Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I had no authority to fire my mother’s lapdog, but it felt good to say.
I took the stairs back to the main floor, roamed the empty rooms for a while, and eventually retired to my equally empty bedroom suite.
For the next twenty-four hours, I slept, ate, watched movies, and obsessively checked my phone. After dozens of texts and calls to my siblings, I’d heard from most of them.
Viv was out of town with a friend. Luckily, I got a quick meal with Winny and Perry before they raced off to another business meeting. But Elaine wasn’t returning my messages.
Neither was Magnus.
I spent two goddamn days in this compound, completely alone.
The worst part? I knew Magnus was sitting in Maine, completely alone, too.
I didn’t see my mother until the third day.
She pushed her way into the kitchen pantry, shoving right past me as I reached for a bag of granola. She grabbed a bottle of aspirin and left without a word.
“Mother?” I tried not to take her aloofness personally, but dammit, it hurt. I chased her through the kitchen. “Hello? Remember me?”
“I’m in a hurry.” She didn’t spare me a glance. “If you need something, talk to Justin—”
“I need you.”
She paused, checked her watch, smoothed down the straight lines of her pantsuit, and turned to face me. “You have three minutes.”
“Where’s Elaine?”
“She’s been staying in the city.”
“She’s not answering her phone.”
“She rarely does. Is that all you needed?”
“I’m not marrying Tucker.”
She was known as the ice queen, and that was the face she gave me now. But inside those tiny lines that fanned out from the corners of her eyes, I saw the sadness she tried so hard to conceal beneath makeup and counterfeit smiles. My father had been dead for five years, and she still missed him.
“I want a marriage like you had with Dad.” I softened my voice. “I want love. I won’t marry for any other reason.”
“Do you love this family?”
“Yes, of course. More than anything.”
“Marrying a Kensington is marrying for love. Love for your family. We need this merger, Tinsley. If we don’t strengthen our holdings—”
“The Morellis will own us. I get it.” I stared at my feet and pulled in a ragged breath.
I could run away. Call a cab. Skip town. And just go, go, go. Maybe I could outrun all her henchmen. But what would happen to my siblings? I couldn’t leave them. Even if they weren’t physically in this house, I couldn’t walk out of their lives.
But I didn’t have to be here. Not in Bishop’s Landing. I didn’t have to spend the holiday alone.
“I want to return to Maine.” I brushed past her. “Today.”
“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”
“Do you intend to spend any time with me at all?”
Her face blanked, and her lips pinched in a line.
“Why am I here, Mother? Why did I even come home?” My pulse quickened with a cautious mix of excitement and sadness. “Tell Justin to arrange a driver. I’ll be ready to leave in an hour.”
CHAPTER 30
TINSLEY
“I can’t get through the gate without the headteacher.” My teeth sawed my inner cheek as I leaned toward the driver in the front seat—he’d introduced himself as Galen—and scanned the lifeless, snow-covered village through the windshield. “Just drop me at the rectory. Right up there.”
The sight of Magnus’s parked car gave me hope. Given the thick layer of white powder atop it, he hadn’t gone anywhere in a while.
Unless he left with Crisanto for New York.
As soon as Galen pulled to a stop, I grabbed my bag and jumped out. “Thanks for the ride.”
I didn’t wait for his response. My nerves had made me so damn twitchy during the six-hour drive, and all that worry frayed at the edges as I paced to his front door.
What if he wasn’t here? What if he rejected me? What if he had another woman in there with him?
Why would I even think that?
I knocked on the door.
When he didn’t answer, I panicked. Galen waited in the car. He was a new guy. New to me. My mother had so many drivers. They all carried guns and served as bodyguards. Galen had a military look about him—severe expression, dark skin, muscles everywhere, and fuck-off vibes for days.
He wasn’t going to leave until he could report back to my mother that I was in Magnus’s care or safely behind the gate of my prison.
Shifting to block his view of my hand, I tried the knob. The door opened.
Hallelujah!
I waved bye and slipped inside the house, shutting the door behind me. “Magnus?”
Quiet.
Empty.
It took all of five seconds to walk through each room and determine he wasn’t here.
He wouldn’t have left town with his door unlocked. He could’ve gone for a run. But probably not in this extreme cold. The only tracks leading to the front door were mine. Wherever he’d gone, he’d left before it snowed.