~ JOHN-PAUL ~
“It’s blowing like a b*tch out there,” he muttered to Kenji, on the phone for the fifth time in a couple hours. “But these things never stick around out here. It’ll blow out overnight. As soon as it eases, I’ll call the pilots and schedule the flight.”
Kenji agreed and started talking about how they’d connect at the other end, but JP’s mind wasn’t really on his uncle. He turned to find his mate with his eyes, and the uneasy sinking in his gut dipped lower.
Lark was still standing at the window. She hadn’t sat down since they’d learned what her father was up to. She was tense—rigid with it—and her face hard as stone. He’d seen her tense with fear when his family had stolen her. He’d seen her tense with anger at her father and when she was worried about Adam. And he’d seen h
