“Unless you trust me and come back with me,” he suggested.
“Come back where?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes off him.
“To Elysia.”
My brow furrowed. “Why would I go back to Elysia?”
“They aren’t telling you everything, Quentin,” he said sadly. “I told you; you can’t trust him.”
The dream was giving me a headache.
“Archer,” I said.
“I’ll let you go. I’ve stayed long enough but think about what I’ve said. Come and find me if you wish to go back. I only want what’s best for you.”
When I woke up, I was in Cass’s spare room, and I glanced around. The sun was coming through the gap in the curtains, and Gray’s face rested an inch or two from my own. His arm was wrapped around my middle, pinning me to his side. He looked at peace when he slept.
Could he really be hiding something from me?
Quentin decided she wanted to spend the entire two weeks with her brother, and so, she showed me around New York. Cassidy and Sophie attended their shifts at the hospital, and Quen and I worked wherever we felt comfortable. Sometimes from home and at other times in diners and cafes.
Yesterday, I watched with vested interest as she yelled at James over the phone. Barely awake, thanks to the time difference, James had called about an incident in the lab and was met with her wrath. The woman was a force to be reckoned with.
She was finding her feet again after being dealt the blow of the suspension. Quen slowly dusted herself off and buried her embarrassment, rising above it all. Cass was right. Quentin was resilient.
Every day I spent by her side made it more difficult to think about what my life in Elysia would be like without her.
I’d never envied Erik. Or Hunter. I was happy to keep my company sparse if I had a desire, and preferred my own company, anyway. But now…
It was driving me mad how much I thought of a life with her. Waking up to her every morning, draped on my arm for every event, listening to her every idea and thought. The manor would no longer be empty and quiet. Quen’s laughter would echo down the hallways. And Sloan mentioned children. Our children?
When we got back to London, I’d find a way for it to happen. I wanted her permanently, and I always got what I wanted.
Waking up the next morning, I found she wasn’t beside me. I furrowed my brow and sat up. The clock on the bedside read 9:12 AM. I’d never seen her awake before me. Getting out of bed, I pulled on some sweatpants before heading downstairs.When I entered the kitchen, Sophie was already there making coffee.
“Morning, Gray,” she said breezily.
“Sophie, have you seen Quentin?”
She turned around slowly and offered me a smile. I preferred Sophie to Cassidy, but perhaps, that was because I couldn’t get him to leave us alone, and Sophie was the one that allowed Quen and I some space.
“She usually needs a wakeup call,” I muttered.
Sophie handed me a mug of coffee, and I took it while she made another. I sat at the island, and a few moments later, she joined me.
“She’s okay,” Sophie said.
That calmed me. “You saw her this morning?”
“She left with Cass earlier.”
“Where?”
“A walk.”
“You didn’t want to join them?”
Quen hadn’t asked me to join her, but I wondered if they had extended the invitation to Sophie. I had no definitive role in Quen’s life yet, but the trio were family.
