I tried to call Reine when I got home. She"d want to know what had happened and that something was up, but her phone went straight to voicemail. I knew that plane trips knocked her out after, so I didn"t think anything of it, figuring she"d turned off her phone so she could sleep undisturbed. The connection between us, the one that felt like it was anchored behind my breastbone, remained steady, although I found myself plagued by a restlessness that went beyond the fact that I’d thought I was going to be working today and wasn"t.
Screw her nap. I tried to call again with the same result.
Kestrel returned to the house with shopping bags in tow.
“What"s all this?” My question might have come out more irritably than I anticipated because her expression hardened from curious to neutral. “I
