Chapter 18“What do you think is keeping him?” Calleigh asked, sitting down beside him. She snagged a chip from the bowl in the middle of the picnic table, popping it in her mouth. “He should be here by now, right?” she leaned closer, dropping her voice. “You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”
Yes, I fear he’s hurt.
As with any couple together a decent length of time, his bond with Westley was strong. However, it ran deeper than say the one between Westley’s aunt and uncle. A thread, a representation of their relationship, of pulsating energy tethered them, one he suspected flew under Westley’s radar. To him it was ever present, and any time something disrupted it, be it emotional turmoil, physical pain, or an outside force, it twinged. Of course the influence needn’t cause a considerable am
