Chapter 23

The house needed a few new things, so Jessica spent the whole afternoon shopping, only returning home after dark.

She had just finished putting everything away when someone knocked at the door.

How odd.

Who would come looking for her at this hour?

Jessica went to open the door.

To her surprise, it was Herbert Wheeler.

They hadn't seen each other in years.

If it weren't for the tiny beauty mark between his brows, Jessica might not have recognized him.

Back when they were twelve or thirteen, Herbert's birth father had come to take him and his mother away to Aetherion.

Even then, they'd managed to stay in touch every now and then.

But seven years ago, after that terrible fire when Jessica lost her phone, she changed her number, and their contact faded to nothing.

Herbert leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze warm and steady, a hint of amusement lifting his brow. "Little Mute, don't recognize me?"

Jessica's eyes trembled with surprise.

years had changed him. The wild, impulsive boy she remembered had been tempered into someone sharp yet gentle, the gold-rimmed glasses catching the light and lending him an air of

of last year's gardenia cologne on

up in a single-parent home, his father's identity a mystery, which always gave people

mother's reputation, he'd started fighting early

Herbert was the little boss everyone looked up

hadn't exactly gotten along in the

others, teasing her

out for her, and

He never stopped calling

Time really does fly.

as ever, signed a greeting:

now. Aren't you going to invite me

Timothy had just landed.

His phone rang-the secretary.

you're

me about," Timothy replied,

look. Do you want

figured it was probably about him being photographed with Flameheart the

He couldn't care less.

"No need."

Timothy closed his phone.

Sheila held

happily toward the airport

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