Chapter 78

CILLIAN

Ispun my car keys around my finger as the gravel crunched under my feet. Harkness Manor always looked so ostentatious to me with its wrought-iron lattice and wraparound porch. A million people would kill to live here, but the place didn’t fit me. It fit my parents to a T. But for me, it was simply too much.

Maybe Ciara’s right. Having a nice place with room to grow wouldn’t be so bad.

My mind stretched out to her, and I smiled when I sensed her in the house. I had hoped to have to track her to the hot springs, but as I climbed the steps, I couldn’t help but be grateful she was here when I came home.

I pushed through the door and glanced around. The house was quieter than usual. There was a shift in the atmosphere. Bartholomew rushed down the steps to greet me.

“Master Cillian,” Bartholomew said with a nod of his head. “I’ve come to inform you that your parents have left for a few days.”

“Not surprising,” I said. “Where’d they head off to?”

“Arizona, sir,” he said before