Chapter 8: Day 9“Jason!”
That voice. Storied and unmistakable. Unlike anything else in the world. It echoed through the Georgian townhouse and down the polished staircase. It swept away long flights and the creak in Jason’s back just by existing.
Colby himself popped out of a gilded door and plunged down the stairs, enthusiasm transforming Will Crawford’s pale sickly makeup into a lie. “You’re even earlier than you said you’d be! How was the flight? Did your sister like her present? Did you have lunch? What do you think of the hotel? I know the beds are a bit small but it’s such a lovely place and I can’t resist somewhere with shelves of books for guests to borrow and that beautiful eighteenth-century brickwork and—oh, sorry, sorry, you’ve only just got here and I’m talking at you!”
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