CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

The night was darker, its heavy cloak resting on the pathways. The candescent street lights illuminated the streets, creating an arc in the middle, the sides left in the arms of the dark.

He had been parked by the side of the road for ten minutes now, after driving in circles for an hour. Anders didn’t think he could go to bed in this state. Work was a great idea, but his focus was bound to slip.

Irritation and a dose of obsession hit him as he started the gas, the purr of the engine reverberating along the quiet road. Veil’s house was only fifteen minutes away, and if he used the full potential of his car, he could get there in seven.

And then what?

She was an adult, capable of making her own decisions, and he needed to trust that she knew what was right for her. But even at that, Anders didn’t feel settled. Veil was his, so no one else would dare lay a lousy hand on her.

He wouldn’t allow it.

His phone rang, jerking him out of his thoughts. Anders had been squeezing so hard on the s