FOR THE SIXTH TIME in thirty minutes, I tried ringing Sean’s phone. “Voicemail—again.”
After all the lectures I’d endured from him, about my mobile being switched on so he could call if he got the urge, Sean had the nerve to turn his off.
“Where did he say he was going, Nate?”
Nathan sighed, his expression indecipherable. “Maybe his battery’s flat.”
My eyebrow lifted. He knew as well as I did we always ensured our batteries didn’t run low.
Connor walked over. “Here, Jem, drink this.” He placed a steaming mug of milky hot chocolate beneath my nose.
“Thanks.” I peered up at him. “Did Josh and the others go with Sean? Maybe you could call them to find out where they are?”
His broad finger nudged the drink closer to me. “We’ll try as soon as you’ve drank that.”
I turned toward where Et
