Chapter Eighty Four

The smile on Orleans’ face died as fast as it stretched across his face. The atmosphere shrunk into a small tank, seemingly dumping the three of them into it, without enough room leg space.

The cosmos must have had a weird sense of humor, as it should have least warned Orleans that Veil wasn’t alone.

It was hard for him not to notice how Veil gravitated towards Anders, slowly, unconsciously. They walked close to each other, their hands dangling so closely without actually touching. It reminded Orleans of a book he had once read about the whisper of a touch.

This seemed to bring that phrase to life in Orleans’ head.

He should have looked out the window before rushing outside because then, he would have seen the convertible and guessed right. There were no cabs that used that kind of car. But he had been so excited at the prospect of surprising Veil that none of that had occurred to him.

Who would have thought that her mean boss would follow her all the way to her parent’s house?

Ander