said a word about Troy coming over or mentioned that he had plans to go out. She sensed something going on as she watched them glance at each other with guarded expressions. Their lips moved in the immortals’ special way, and she knew they were talking to each other, but she couldn’t hear or understand the exchange.
“It’s important that we talk to Ian this afternoon. This is something that can’t wait,” Troy said. His voice was low and very cautious.
“Why Ian? What’s up?” She could see that he was struggling to find the right words to provide some kind of explanation, but he was unsuccessful.
“Arielle, I promise we’ll discuss this when I get back,” Sebastian said. She was sure that her incredulous expression didn’t escape him. He moved closer and gathered her to him, locking them into a tender kiss.
“Trust me,” he whispered. Arielle met his eyes and nodded briskly.
“Miss me,” he whispered close to her ear. His lips brushed her cheekbone, making her shiver. Then, he was gone. They were halfway out the door when Sebastian’s mobile phone rang. He answered in a low voice and kept walking toward Troy’s car.
She stood at the doorway watching them. The phone conversation seemed to be quite important, because Sebastian didn’t get in the car. He paced back and forth on the pavement and chatted for a long time. She tried to read his expression, but he was looking down. He finally stopped pacing and turned, facing away from her. He put his free hand on the car and leaned against it, remaining completely still for the next several minutes. She saw Troy observing him warily, and she knew that Troy—as an immortal— could hear every part of that conversation. She noticed that Troy’s face lost the smile he’d been carrying when he walked out the door.
She panicked. Stepping outside, she started to walk toward them. It was the moment she reached Sebastian that he shut the phone and turned around. He was surprised to see her standing right behind him.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
“What is going on? Who was on the phone?”
Sebastian cleared his throat. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing personal. It’s just business,” he said, forcing a smile, but it didn’t escape her. She knew him better that he thought she did. She knew something was terribly wrong, but she had to wait until they were alone. He reached over and pulling her closer, he pressed his lips on hers.
“I’ll be home soon, baby; please don’t worry.”
She turned around and walked back to the house. The car doors slammed shut. The engine revved with intensity and sped away, leaving her surrounded by total stillness. She sucked a deep breath and let the front door shut behind her. Standing in the middle of the foyer alone, speechless, she was unable to understand what could be so important that had to be handled tonight. And what about the phone call?
She pressed her lips together in confusion, and she finally shrugged her shoulders. She had to trust in Sebastian if she didn’t want to go out of her mind. He would tell her the truth when he came home. Picking up a pear from the fridge, she sank her teeth into it and walked into the bedroom, looking for her journal.
Arielle had thought a great deal about her journal in the last few months, but she never found the time. She always felt healing when writing down her innermost thoughts. The book revealed her private reflections of the special moments in her life. Reading back was like looking through the mirror of her soul.
Climbing onto the bed she leaned against her pillows, and pulled her legs up, so she could balance her journal on top of her knees. Flipping through the pages, she stopped at her last entry and was shocked to find that her last entry was made in St. Jean de Luz. There was so much she wanted to capture in those pages, so she grasped this time, while Sebastian was away to reflect her deep thoughts. The pen started to glide on the blank
“It’s important that we talk to Ian this afternoon. This is something that can’t wait,” Troy said. His voice was low and very cautious.
“Why Ian? What’s up?” She could see that he was struggling to find the right words to provide some kind of explanation, but he was unsuccessful.
“Arielle, I promise we’ll discuss this when I get back,” Sebastian said. She was sure that her incredulous expression didn’t escape him. He moved closer and gathered her to him, locking them into a tender kiss.
“Trust me,” he whispered. Arielle met his eyes and nodded briskly.
“Miss me,” he whispered close to her ear. His lips brushed her cheekbone, making her shiver. Then, he was gone. They were halfway out the door when Sebastian’s mobile phone rang. He answered in a low voice and kept walking toward Troy’s car.
She stood at the doorway watching them. The phone conversation seemed to be quite important, because Sebastian didn’t get in the car. He paced back and forth on the pavement and chatted for a long time. She tried to read his expression, but he was looking down. He finally stopped pacing and turned, facing away from her. He put his free hand on the car and leaned against it, remaining completely still for the next several minutes. She saw Troy observing him warily, and she knew that Troy—as an immortal— could hear every part of that conversation. She noticed that Troy’s face lost the smile he’d been carrying when he walked out the door.
She panicked. Stepping outside, she started to walk toward them. It was the moment she reached Sebastian that he shut the phone and turned around. He was surprised to see her standing right behind him.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
“What is going on? Who was on the phone?”
Sebastian cleared his throat. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing personal. It’s just business,” he said, forcing a smile, but it didn’t escape her. She knew him better that he thought she did. She knew something was terribly wrong, but she had to wait until they were alone. He reached over and pulling her closer, he pressed his lips on hers.
“I’ll be home soon, baby; please don’t worry.”
She turned around and walked back to the house. The car doors slammed shut. The engine revved with intensity and sped away, leaving her surrounded by total stillness. She sucked a deep breath and let the front door shut behind her. Standing in the middle of the foyer alone, speechless, she was unable to understand what could be so important that had to be handled tonight. And what about the phone call?
She pressed her lips together in confusion, and she finally shrugged her shoulders. She had to trust in Sebastian if she didn’t want to go out of her mind. He would tell her the truth when he came home. Picking up a pear from the fridge, she sank her teeth into it and walked into the bedroom, looking for her journal.
Arielle had thought a great deal about her journal in the last few months, but she never found the time. She always felt healing when writing down her innermost thoughts. The book revealed her private reflections of the special moments in her life. Reading back was like looking through the mirror of her soul.
Climbing onto the bed she leaned against her pillows, and pulled her legs up, so she could balance her journal on top of her knees. Flipping through the pages, she stopped at her last entry and was shocked to find that her last entry was made in St. Jean de Luz. There was so much she wanted to capture in those pages, so she grasped this time, while Sebastian was away to reflect her deep thoughts. The pen started to glide on the blank
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