Chapter 82

Cute

Rowan Nightshade.

My phone rang countless times that morning but I ignored it. Elara looked at my phone, and then at me, with a worried expression.

"Aren't you going to pick up the call?" She frowned, squinting under the early morning sun. "It could be important. We can reschedule this for another time." She tried to reason, but I just waved it off and stuck my hands in my pocket.

"It's nothing important." I told her, checking my time before looking at the empty road. "My driver should be here any minute. Are they all ready?"

Of course they were. Beckett was in a little jean short...