Jonah and Jennifer were still locked in the library and the rest of the Evans’s clan had dispersed to other areas of the house. The estate was eerily quiet but from the hall I could hear Chace tap, tap, tapping at his laptop. I closed the door behind me, my hand lingering on the knob as I watched his shoulders curve forward, his wide back hovering over his desk. His concentration was locked on his book for the first time in days. I should’ve let him be – he hated for his concentration to be broken – but I wasn’t going to allow myself to run away. Not again. “Chace,” I said. He didn’t respond. I leaned against his bed, taking in the light of the moon shining through the window, the bay water lapping against the line of jagged rocks by the shore. A violent but beautiful sight. “I really need to talk to you.” A small grunt passed his lips.
