Chapter 137: Fatherly Advice, Part 1

The following couple of days were blissful. Trent and I spent entirely too much time locked in my room, cocooned in our own private bubble while Sean continued to try and solve the mystery of why the Rose Coven was after me.

Jax spent most of his time with the twins, doing God knew what outside. Trent hadn't brought up what happened during our date night, nor had he tried to taste my blood again. I wasn't sure if I was happy or disappointed about that.

I still hadn't heard from Abby or Aunt Beth, though, and each day that passed without a call or text, my worry increased tenfold. I checked my phone for what felt like the millionth time. Still nothing.

My stomach knotted, and nausea swept over me. That had been happening too much lately, and I had no idea why. I inhaled deeply through my nose and blew out through my mouth until it passed. Then I resumed pacing in front of the fireplace, nervously chewing on my fingernails. Why hadn't they called me back?