Chris had checked his room. The balcony. Even the garden terrace out. But there was no sign of Sky anywhere.
He was starting to worry.
"Where the hell did he go?" he muttered, descending the grand staircase with growing restlessness.
He hadn't run away, had he?
No. He wouldn't.
Chris had spent his time since he got here helping his father settle in. Not that he had much to do anyway. But he was with him. Until he wasn't and had to go shower. He missed his room. The home. The quiet. Peace. And hope he had now.
After going through stupid conversations in his head so he doesn't behave awkwardly again, he had gone to find Sky. But he was nowhere— wait.
Then he heard it. A clipped voice floating through the hall near the formal dining room on the first floor.
Chris rounded the corner—and froze.
