Chapter Eighty Eight

Thane was already there by the time I returned back to our room.

That could only mean one thing.

“Where did you go?” He asked

“I needed to take some air... why?”

He turned to me. He was only in a black bottom-down shirt; the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up, and he had a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“You are back early.” I noted aloud.

“Yes” was his only response, his gaze on the glass in his hands.

“Any luck tracking down the rebel?” I asked

“Let's not talk about that right now,” he says, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I walked towards him, and he took my hands.

“You are very special to me,” he says, and my heart fluttered. This was the second time he had told me that. “I want you to tell me now, is there anything I need to know, Riley?”

There it was. He knew something; I was almost sure about it, but never would I give my mother up.

“I am not hiding anything from you, Thane,” I lied, and he nodded. He brought my hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it.

“I'll miss this a lo