“So, I guess we’re back.” I smiled at Isobel. It was a nice break, but I was glad to be back.
Faith, Luna, and Olivia were on their way home, while Isobel and I were on our way to the mansion. I hadn’t spoken to Christian since last night, and I truly hoped he was doing okay. I knew my Christian, and I also knew that he had probably been overworking himself.
The situation with Berto seemed to have gotten way out of hand, and to be honest, I didn’t even know if Christian was healthy enough to deal with all of it. I knew he loved his uncle and understood things were not going as he had planned.
“Have you spoken to Beau this morning?” I asked Isobel. I had been so obsessed with helping Christian that I had forgotten all about my twin. Isobel scrunched up her nose and shot me a disgusted look. “I know he’s your brother, but please don’t mention his name.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Isobel asked, surprised. “Are you really asking me why?”
