Chapter 115

“Fay!” Kent yells the moment he walks into his house, storming

down the hall.

His household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that

something is wrong. Kent is passively pleased by this – they, at least, know their place.

Still, Fay doesn’t answer him. Kent calls for her again, heading up

the steps at a brisk pace. When he arrives at her room he pushes

open her door, not bothering to knock, ready to tell her to learn to

come when she’s called.

But when he enters the room, she’s not there.

The bed is mussed and scattered with books, pens, and paper- as if she had just been sitting there a moment ago. But where the

hell is she?

Angry, he turns, ready to search the rest of the house.

Unfortunately for her, a housekeeper is skittering past at just that

moment.

Kent says, grabbing the woman by the arm,

says, looking up at him with fear in her eyes.

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at the woman.

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says, her voice

realizing belatedly that his anger here is misplaced. He doesn’t say another word to her, just heads back down the

spare bedrooms.

kitchen, striding over to the

her go,” he demands, seeking answers.

three men look up at Kent, their faces

the men says, leaning back in

chair, not frightened of Kent or the anger building within him. “Why are you taking this

him, not willing to tolerate this small talk.

wants answers.

the barn,” another one says, equally casual. “She loves that horse.

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low on patience. “She did not

permission to go.”

no one told her that,” the same man says, shrugging and turning back to his coffee. “The kid took her – the

and through the door to the garage, grabbing a set of keys off the wall and heading for the last car in the row. He hardly

get there fast.

Kent pulls into the drive of the

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