Page 204 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

‘See that you do.’ Callum swallowed down the last of his coffee and stood. ‘I better get going. David is keen to create the new pinot, so if your mother asks when she gets back from helping Abby,’ he said, looking at Ivy, ‘Tell her I’ll be gone all day.’

Ivy nodded. ‘I’ll leave her a note.’

Her father raised his brows. ‘You’re going out?’

She glanced at Stellan. ‘I was kind of hoping to go to the springs with Stellan.’ She rubbed her arms and rolled her shoulders. ‘I’m feeling a bit achy and could do with a soak.’

Stellan’s spoon hovered halfway to his mouth as his attention snapped to her, worry lining his face.

‘Are you unwell?’ Her father rounded the table to put his hand on her forehead.

Shit, she hadn’t thought about their worry—she’d been too busy hatching her plan to get close to Paul and watch him. ‘I’m fine,’ she said, taking her father’s hand in hers. ‘I just sat at my desk too long yesterday trying to catch up with study. Don’t be a worry-wart.’

Callum smiled wryly. ‘That’s my job, darling girl.’ He bent and kissed her forehead. ‘If you feel tired, remember to rest, okay? We don’t want you overdoing things.’

‘I won’t.’

He pointed at Stellan. ‘Help your sister clean up the dishes.’

‘Of course,’ Stellan said.

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