(Seraphina)
I told myself I wasn’t worried the first time I checked the window.
Nolan had only been gone a little while, and he had never been the kind of man who liked being told when to come back. He moved when he wanted, answered when he wanted, and made everyone else feel foolish for expecting anything different. Still, I stood by the motel curtain and looked through the small opening toward the parking lot.
His car wasn’t there.
I let the curtain fall and turned back into the room like that meant nothing. Dorian sat on the edge of the bed with one hand pressed to his side, looking like he was trying not to show how tired he was. He had been quiet since Nolan left, and that was rare enough to bother me. Usually silence from him meant anger, but this wasn’t that.
“You should lie do
