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Ben’s voice cuts into my happy kissing time.
“What?” I ask, pulling away and looking up. “Where to?”
“I don’t know, but we should find him before he does something…Xander-ish.”
“Fuck,” I mutter and let go of Faith. “Fuck.”
I march out of the office, and she follows me. “Stay here,” I order her.
“Nope. He responds to me. If he’s out there feeling bad because of what I said to him, then I need to help find him and bring him back.”
I deliberate for all of two seconds. She’s right. Xander responds to her like no other creature on earth. Not even Ben and I can get through to him the way she does.
“Okay,” I say, and see her breathe out in relief. “Let’s go.”
ChapterForty-Eight
Faith
We all pile into a Range Rover, the same one that Harvey chucked me into yesterday. The feeling of dread I had then is nothing compared to the apprehension I feel now. Looking outside, the weather is gloomy, like the mood in the car. It starts to rain, and Ben turns on the windscreen wipers. I watch the slow sweep of them across the windscreen as Sebastian hastily checks his phone.
“Anything?” Ben clips out.
“Switched off.” Sebastian’s reply is just as curt.
“Dammit.”
“Do you know where he would go?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah, there’s a few places,” Sebastian mutters, only half focused on me.
I decide to remain silent unless I’m spoken to, so I turn my head and look out of the side window. Hunching further into the cream leather interior, I chew my lip in worry. This wasmydoing. I pushed him and he wasn’t comfortable, so he disappeared. I feel a sense of overwhelming guilt and I hope that he is okay and coping. He needs me, but I’m the one who hurt him, so I’m not sure how that works. I guess I will have to leave it to him when we find him, take my cues from him, as it were.
After we’ve swung by a park about fifteen minutes from the Manor with no luck, and I was told to stay in the car, we set off again to another location. This one in the opposite direction and getting further from home.
Home.
The Manor is my home now, I just have to keep remembering that and trying to find my place in it.
Sebastian’s phone rings. He snatches it up off the middle console and answers it. “Matt.”
I try not to look too interested in the conversation. I desperately don’t want any of the alphas to think I’m into him or anything. I never was, but a quick shag in a pub toilet cubicle is still a shag and I think they might be worried about us. I will need to set the record straight about that. Now, obviously, isn’t the time for that though.
I chew my lip a bit more, wondering if I’ve still got that tube of Lypsyl in the bottom of my backpack, when Sebastian hangs up.
“Matt hasn’t seen him, but is going to the cemetery, just in case he decides he needs to do something stupid.”
Cemetery?
Would that be the one where his stepdad is buried?
“Is his dad still alive?” I blurt out and then wish I’d stuck to the memo and kept my mouth shut.
“Yeah,” Harvey replies kindly. “But he doesn’t see him. Hasn’t since the day he left.”
“Do you know why he left?”
Harvey shrugs. “He doesn’t talk about it, but I don’t think he knows. He was only ten.”
