Pryce agreed.
“We know who is here following Genesis! We figured it out!”
Well, holy shit.
Maybe they could do this without their dead.
After all.
Chapter Twenty-One
Same Building
Same Time
Before The Storm
To say that Ridge was restless would be an understatement. Only, he simply couldn’t find peace. Awake. Asleep. In between. There was no place he could go to hide from the cold-hard truth in his world.
His wife had cheated on him and had gone behind his back to have an affair.
Whether it was because of him, or not, he’d never know, but Ridge knew that the bottom line was that he’d caused this.
His ties to Lucian were the reason, and there was no doubt in his mind that he’d pushed Wynter too far.
How was he going to get past this?
What he needed was someone to help him figure this out, and he couldn’t ask the one person he’d normally talk to.
Lucian.
Why?
Well, because he wasn’t a neutral party in this.
Already, he’d heard the man tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t buy it.
So, until he could come to grips with it, it appeared he was on his own.
Closing his eyes, he prayed.
I know I’m not religious, but please help me get past this. I have a child that I now have to raise, and I’m scared. I don’t know how to do any of this.
When he opened his eyes, he rolled to his side on Lucian and his shared couch, and there was the scent of mate.
He could smell it in the man’s cologne, and that made him hate himself all the more.
Even with Wynter’s death, he still wanted the man.
Was it the spell?
Was it more?
When he felt the touch to his mind, he knew who it would be, and he realized that he must have summoned him.
Ridge, are you okay?
At first, he didn’t answer.