I knew what my chances were of them letting me even get the first ten seconds of my sentence out of my mouth were low but I had to try. I had to make them hear me out because ultimately it really was a bullet proof plan . . . if it goes according to the plan.
They just have to hear me out and not be put off by the first three words.
I practically raced down the stairs and into the library hoping to find them there or at least Regan resting but no one was there. Instead, those same piles of books lay scattered across the carpet.
Sighing, I sat down on the couch and yanked one of the books on to my lap. Waiting seemed like the better option right now, trying to guess which room they were in felt like far too much of a hassle, especially when they seemed to be going through so much just
