Chapter Twenty-Two
“You’re up early,” William said to Ian as he approached. “Sleeping beauty fall back under the curse again?”
Ian stepped off the treadmill. “She had a late night.”
“I see.”
“She was in her room; I was in mine.” After their partial tour of the mansion, that was. Ian had held her against his chest until she leaned back and smiled at him, saying they should continue with the tour.
But he decided to walk her back to her room instead.
As much as he enjoyed every second he was with her, he knew his mother’s diaries might provide something he couldn’t: answers. Answers about what was happening to her, and perhaps about what they could do to stop it. Or at the very least, let her know what to expect. “Have you spoken to Teri?”
“She’s still sulking.”
“Then cheer her up.” I
