CHAPTER 25
WOULD IT BE rude to wake Remi in the middle of the night? He’d given Rhys his number “for emergencies,” but did this count? It wasn’t exactly life and death, more…a miscarriage of justice. Rhys paced the study, pausing to watch Coco breathing steadily on the sofa. Except her name wasn’t Coco, was it? It was Jocelyn. Every so often, her face screwed up as she fidgeted, but at least she hadn’t woken screaming yet. Remi’s pills were definitely an improvement on the remedies they’d tried so far.
Perhaps a text message would be sensible? That way, if Remi was awake, he could answer, but Rhys wouldn’t risk disturbing him.
Rhys: I found Coco’s old identity. Not sure what to do now.
Her old identity. The face matched, but did the soul? He did some frantic calculations. Coco had been
