Chapter 203

The token took me straight home to my living room.

Priya screamed and dropped her spoon into her granola, splashing milk onto her pajamas. "Where the hell have you been?"

I blinked stupidly at her candy cane-striped pajamas. "You weren't wearing those this morning."

"You monitor my pj's? Get a new hobby, Holmes. And I wasn't wearing them yesterday morning, but I did put them on last night. It's Sunday. I haven't seen you in twenty-four hours."

My brow furrowed. That wasn't possible.

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" Priya said, rubbing at the milk spot. "You can't tell me Chariot knows who you are and then ghost me." Her voice got high-pitched.

I checked my phone to find seven increasingly anxious messages from her. "I didn't get them."

Mrs. Hudson barreled into the room with Pinky in her mouth and leapt at my legs, knocking me onto the sofa. She jumped up beside me and pushed her head under my hand.