"Cassie. She’s…"
Lucas pointed across the street where I saw the chevron pattern on her dress whipping against her body in the wind.
I sagged. "I think she’s running away."
"From whom? It’s not like you’re holding her hostage," he drawled.
I bit my lip. "She doesn’t want to press charges."
"Why the hell not?" he groused, and I heard papers shuffling in the background, his fingers clicking against a keyboard.
"She’s scared."
"So why is she running away?"
"I think she thinks she has a head start." I hovered, unsure what to do. I had guards who could chase after her, who could bring her back. But… "I need to go," I told him slowly.
"Yeah, your appointment starts soon."
"I’m just a block away."
"You shouldn’t even be walking. I got a notification from Lucas that you were."
"It’d take longer in the car," I grumbled. "And most of the threats are neutral right now. Plus, I’m in our territory."
He grunted. "I’d prefer you in a car."
"I wish we’d taken the car too now. She wouldn’t have run off."
"What do you think she’s going to do?"
"I don’t know. Am I helping by letting her go? Or am I making things worse?"
"You’re letting her exercise her free will. After a marriage like hers, that’s priceless."
I cleared my throat. "Do you think Conor would keep an eye on her for me?"
"I think if you asked him nicely, he’d do anything you wanted him to."
That had me arching a brow. "We talking about the same brother?"
"You have to know he has a soft spot for you."
"Who? Me?" I squeaked. "Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh," he retorted with a laugh.
"She didn’t take any of her things with her—"The oversized purse.Did that have all her worldly goods tucked inside? My voice broke as I said, "I wanted to help her, Aidan."
"I know you did, baby. Some people don’t want to be helped though."
I thought about her appreciation, and I shook my head. Not that he could see me.
"You need to get moving, little one."
He wasn’t wrong.
"I’ll speak to you later, Aidan."