After hanging up, she trudged over to the big bed, feeling drained.
Charles lingered in the doorway, looking uneasy. “My brother just called again. I was supposed to stay another month, but he wants me back in North America tomorrow. Sis, I’m sorry—I have to go. Dylan should be heading there in a month, so we’ll probably meet up then.”
Clara looked up, not ready to let him leave, but she knew Charles had his own path to follow.
She wasn’t a fan of the Chester brothers, but she understood that Charles still cared about them in his own way.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” she said quietly.
Charles nodded, then remembered something. “I’m leaving MiloBuddy with you. I’m good in a fight, and those guys back in North America don’t like them anyway. With them on your side, you’ll be able to track down anyone you need.”
Clara didn’t argue—she honestly had no idea what she was about to face.
“Thank you, Charles.”
He didn’t want to leave either, but when it came to his big brother’s orders, he didn’t have a choice. “Just promise me, don’t go head-to-head with Louella unless you have to. If you do, make sure it’s somewhere no one’s watching. MiloBuddy will warn you first. If you get caught by those people, nobody can save you.”
He stopped himself from saying more, knowing if he kept going he might not be able to walk away.
He’d never felt this kind of heavy, bittersweet feeling before. It was almost too much.
“I should go. I need to get back to my place and pack. I’ll text you the address. The helicopter will be waiting there for you. If you ever have nowhere else to go, my estate is yours. It’s your safe haven.”
Clara nodded again, eyes stinging with tears.
But Charles had already turned, gave a last little wave, and disappeared.
After he left, Clara couldn’t sleep. She ended up taking a long bath, changed into fresh clothes, and stood on the balcony, just waiting for morning to come.
Dylan still hadn’t come home, and worry gnawed at her.
The next morning, she called Aiden, but he didn’t pick up.
Her unease only grew. Now that Ms. Louella had arrived in the Capital, she was sure the old man would start pushing things even further.
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