Penelope's POV:
The moment my mother hangs up, my phone rings again. I pick it without glancing at the screen.
“Miss Verdant,” a husky feminine voice says.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I close my eyes. “Athena, thank goodness.”
Athena Blaine. My bodyguard of ten years. She's the only one that calls me Miss Verdant even though I've been Mrs Halstead for four years. For the past week she's been out of the country. I forgot she was returning today.
I hear wheels rolling on pavement, probably her suitcase. “You don't sound good, Miss Verdant. Where are you? Is everything okay?”
I force myself to stand. My head swirls and I feel sick. I swallow it down and nod, even though she can't see it. “I'll send you an address. Meet me there, please. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up from
