Chapter Seventeen
Although he had complained that it was a clumsy form of communication, Raphael had allowed me to pick out a cell phone for him. Yes, we could communicate mentally, but the farther apart we were, the more difficult our subvocal discourse became, and the martini bar where I’d been with Taryn and Kelsey was on the opposite side of town from the house I shared with Raphael, and there were a couple of very large hills in between.
So I told my car to call Raphael’s cell, then felt my fingers begin to tighten on the steering wheel as the phone rang and rang before it went to voicemail. The factory-standard message came over the speakers, since he’d never bothered to change it.
I resisted the urge to hang up without saying anything, even though I knew that he’d already develop
