Charli
I stared in disbelief at the screen of my phone. I may have doubted that Chelsea had really been the one to send the text had it not been for the one line: does texting count? That was definitely Chelsea, the one to find the loophole in every agreement.
I couldn't think about why she knew what was happening at Montague Manor and I didn't, or why she wasn't supposed to contact me, or a million other concerns. I needed to concentrate on the most important one.
My mother.
I picked up what remained of my lunch and threw it in a trash bin as I looked around the cafe. Clayton was sitting at a table near a window, looking at both his iPad and occasionally my direction. Having him tag along seemed extreme, but since I knew Nox's reasoning, I didn't argue.
Bryce had said my mother wa
