Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 668

As the car pulled away from the Packman estate, Amelia didn’t ask Ryan how he’d handled things. She just stared out the window, watching as a few police cars sped by in the opposite direction, sirens wailing, headed toward the mansion.

“Relax, everything’s above board,” Ryan said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. His palm was cold. Amelia frowned, wanting to squeeze back, but Ryan let go before she could.

She glanced up at him. He looked a little thinner than before, his sharp features even more pronounced. Yet sitting here with her, all his usual edge was gone—he seemed calm and almost gentle.

A strange ache rose in Amelia’s chest.

She asked quietly, “Did you always plan to go after the Packmans?”

Ryan’s lips curved in a faint, almost bitter smile. “Not before you told me you liked me,” he said honestly.

The truth was, he hadn’t really planned on sticking around for anything…

The Packman estate was way out on the edge of town, but St. Marian’s Abbey wasn’t far from there.

St. Marian’s was this ancient church, a couple hundred years old. People said all the abbots were wise and holy, and the place was known for answering prayers. Still, because it was so out of the way, it was never crowded except on holidays.

Amelia hadn’t expected Ryan to take her hiking.

She wasn’t exactly fit, so Ryan took her hand and slowed his pace to match hers. A little ways up the mountain path, they saw a young couple coming down—probably college students, laughing and teasing each other. The guy crouched to tie his shoelace, and the girl suddenly jumped onto his back.

“I’m tired, carry me down!” she chirped, all bright eyes and laughter. At that age, everything was so easy and sweet.

The guy groaned playfully about her weight but still hoisted her up without breaking a sweat.

Amelia watched them go. She remembered being that age herself—maybe when she was chasing after Clive. But Clive had never carried her. If anything, she’d once carried him out of the woods…

Suddenly, Ryan let go of her hand. Amelia snapped out of her thoughts to see him crouching down in front of her, big and broad-shouldered.

He glanced back. “Hop on.”

Amelia flushed. “I’m fine, I can walk.”

But Ryan didn’t move. He was stubborn like that. Amelia couldn’t help but laugh, and climbed onto his back.

He was so solid and warm, his back wide enough to make her feel completely safe.

Amelia had to laugh and gave him a light punch on the arm.

A little farther in, they reached a quiet incense hall.

The monk turned to her. “Ms. Sadinton, feel free to look around. Father Fernando will only be seeing Mr. Packman today.”

So it was just Ryan—she got the hint.

Ryan frowned, obviously annoyed. “What, is he going to drop dead on the spot if he sees one extra person?”

Amelia tugged his sleeve, trying not to laugh. “Shh. He’s the master here, he has his own rules. Go on, I’ll be fine by myself.”

Ryan still looked uneasy. “We could just skip it, you know. He’s just an old monk. Not exactly a thrill.”

He never did take anything too seriously.

Amelia covered his mouth, grinning. “This is a holy place—try to be polite, okay? Go on. I’ll wait for you out here.”