Chapter Fifty-FourIt was early when Zantry left to see to another of his lost properties. This one was on the West Coast, and with Roland accompanying him, I worried how Dathana would fair alone in the penthouse.
I flipped and flopped, trying to sleep for one more hour, but the worry nagged on, eating me with all the possibilities of how things could go wrong. Around eight-fifteen, my phone pinged with a text from Zantry, saying Valerie would stay home with Dathana. I stared at the text, half in wonder, half in disbelief. Did Roland predict my concerns and instruct Zantry to let me know? Or was Zantry so in tune with my emotions he could tell what was bothering me? I brushed against the bond, tried to suss out what he was doing, but all I got was a warm caress and the promise of more to c
