Theo’s POV
My gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary on the phone. I can't help but frown.
The situation does nothing but get worse, as it progresses, causing me to feel a strong sense of anxiety.
I'm not the most reasonable person when I'm anxious. I tend to act on impulse, and right now that wouldn't do us any good, so I try to control myself.
But Riley's expression doesn't help. She has a firm, determined look on her face. As if she has made up her mind to burn the Baroness' house to the ground until she sees it go up in flames, or until she comes out to call for help in desperation.
Right now, I must admit that neither prospect particularly bothers me.
“Let's talk first. What's your plan?”
She purses her lips, turning them into a line. She knows that if she tells me what she has in mind, I'm not going to agree.
Riley takes a deep breath and looks at me as if trying to convince me to do whatever it is she has in mind.