Page 162 of Moon Claimed

His voice was harsh as Greyson climbed in. “You know I will.”

Fresh tears spilling over my cheeks, I ended the call.

I couldn’t go to the manor.

I couldn’t.

But I did.

Washing my face, I dressed on the comfortable side of professional in case I had to run on short notice.

The cold shoulders of those in the manor bounced off me as I walked to the office. I inserted the key and turned it.

She’d changed the fucking lock again.

Standing back, I kicked the entrance in. Today was not the day to fuck with me.

No one was inside—lucky for them—and I propped open the splintered door as best as possible before settling at the desk.

I stared at my phone, willing Sascha to call. I could feel the elastic sensation pulling tighter, moving systematically as he searched for Wade.

“Hey, Andie?” Eleanor said from the door. “There was a call for you. Something about a problem out at Sandstone.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “I’ll call them.”

I swallowed hard, checking the desk clock. Time for my first meeting. I stood on autopilot.

This day would drag forever.

As long as Wade was safe at the end of it, I didn’t care.

* * *

2:00 p.m.

Sascha hadn’t replied to my string of texts. He could be out of reception, but I was one more text from losing my cool.

Hands shaking, I gathered the reports and filed them in my drawer.

Nope.I couldn’t stand it.

I had to go to pack lands now.

“Hey, Andie,” Eleanor said from the door. “Sandstone called again. They didn’t hear from you.”

I groaned. “Totally forgot. I’ll give them a call now. Did they say what the issue was?”

“There’s something they needed you to sign off on. That’s all I got.”

Grids was there tonight. I couldn’t ignore this. Reaching for the phone, I looked up the number for Sandstone reception and dialled.

It rang out.

I tried again.

“Fuck.” I jammed the phone down.

2:10 p.m.