I nodded. That still didn’t make me feel better though. What if the things I wanted to do, he’d already done and had hated them? Would he tell me? Or would he just go along with it to make me happy? I didn’t want our marriage to be one where I called all the shots and dragged him along with me.
“I have no idea what I want to do,” I said.
“That’s okay,” he said. “You’re going to have a lot of time to figure it out.” He stroked his thumb across my cheek. “As for everything else… I’m sure Sean will let us stay with him until we find somewhere else to live.”
“Yeah, right. Me living in the same house with Jax and Colt? I don’t think so,” I said.
Trent frowned. “Good point. I assume you want to stay in Keene Valley as long as possible, though, right?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Because once I changed and we left Keene Valley, I knew I’d never see my family again, so the longer I could stay here, the better. I wanted to take advantage of every day I could.
“Sean has worked very hard to ensure Jax and I will always be taken care of, so don’t worry about money, okay?” he said. “I have more than enough to support us.”
“I’m not taking your money,” I said and pulled back from him.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask just how much he had, but that was none of my business. If he wanted me to know, he’d tell me. I swallowed hard.
“Chloe.” He sighed, but I couldn’t tell if it was with exasperation or humor. “You’re going to be my wife. That makes it our money. Not just mine.” He gave a hard shake of his head.
My shoulders sagged. He was right. Once we got married, everything became ours. Still, it was strange to not have to worry about money or paying bills or any of the other very real, very adult issues everyone else my age was now going to have to deal with.
“Okay,” I said after a moment.
He swept my hair away from my neck, cradled my nape, and brought me to him for a kiss, and I let myself get lost in him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:
Interrogation with a Side of Torture
TRENT DROPPED ME OFF AT HOME, and I walked inside. Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean were already in bed. I’d called earlier and explained Whitney and I had gone shopping in Lake Placid and that I’d be home past curfew. They weren’t exactly thrilled, but they didn’t give me a hard time about it.
Quietly, I trudged upstairs and tossed my bag into my room. I noticed Abby’s bedroom door was closed, but light filtered out from beneath it. Was she still awake? I figured she’d be sound asleep by now. I strained to listen, and I swore I heard voices.
I knocked on Abby’s door. I didn’t wait for her to answer—neither of us ever did—but when I attempted to open her door, it was locked. “Abby? Can I come in?” I asked, careful to keep my voice low enough not to wake Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean.
“Uh, yeah, hold on. Give me a sec,” she called.
I pressed my ear to her door. Abby was bustling around her room, her voice a hushed whisper, but I couldn’t make out any actual words. What on earth was she doing in there?
A moment later, the door opened. Abby hastily brushed her hair away from her face. “Hey. What’s up? Did you have a good weekend with Trent?”
“Yeah, it was great.” I narrowed my eyes.
Her face was red, but not the same kind of red from the last time I’d seen her—no, her face was flushed, like she’d been laughing.
“Okay, what’s going?” I stepped past her and barged into her room.
Isach stood behind the door, back pressed against the wall.
I poked him in the chest. “What is wrong with you?” All the anger I had toward him resurfaced, and I had the sudden urge to punch him in the face.
“Chloe,” Abby snapped, her voice low. She stood next to Isach and slid her arm around him. “It’s fine. He explained everything.”
I crossed my arms and glared at both of them. “Good, then you can explain it to me, because I have no idea what’s going on anymore.”
“I will,” Isach said. “I promise. But I can’t right—” He tilted his head and stared off in the distance.
I leaned forward, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, I turned to follow his gaze. What was he looking at? I turned back to Abby, who didn’t seem the least bit fazed by Isach’s strange behavior.
“He used a spell to be able to communicate telepathically with Whitney,” Abby said. “They’re trying to trap Felicity. They’ve been trying all weekend.”
My gaze jerked back to Isach. He was helping them catch Felicity? Then why was he sneaking into Abby’s room? If Felicity was supposed to be watching him, shouldn’t he be out there somewhere, leading her toward Jax and Whitney and Colt? Wasn’t Isach being here going to lead Felicity directly to me and Abby?
Finally, after what felt like hours, Isach blinked and refocused on me. “They got her.” He exhaled with visible relief. “They’re taking her back to the house to question her.”
I should be relieved, too, but I had too many questions. Confusion clouded my thoughts.
“I have to go.” Isach gave Abby a kiss and then moved toward her window.
“Wait.” I grabbed his arm. “Why are they questioning her? I thought the plan was to just… get rid of her.”
“They will, but we need to know what she knows and what she’s told my father,” he said.
Mention of his father kicked my brain into overdrive. “Speaking of your father, why did you talk
