The Heirs: The Silver Knight

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Aleks

I feel lighter than I have in ages.

I actually managed to sleep last night after leaving Imogen's. This morning, I woke up not feeling the pounding sense of dread. Instead, I felt alive – woken and alive. The weather wasn't too intense today, so I took Walter for a long morning walk.

When I got back to the mansion, I started the coffee up and gave Walter his morning meal. I checked my phone, ignoring the hundreds of useless texts, hoping one person in particular texted.

She hadn't.

It was still early. I'm sure she's still asleep. And even if she's awake, I doubt she'd text me anyway.

Last night wasn't anything. To her at least.

She was lonely. That was apparent when she reached out to me. I didn't even hesitate to spend time with her. Damn my feelings or anything else.

I'm still the only person that knows the whole truth of Imogen and Rory. I gave her the space to talk about him with me. If that's what she wanted. But to my astonishment, the night was surprisingly carefree – light...fun, even.

Christ.

When was the last time I laughed like that?

I run a hand through my hair as I pour a cup of fresh coffee.

I stare at my phone again, responding to a few texts from Dad and the guys back home. Nestor sends me the latest on Gabe and that no one knows where he is right now. They don't think he's in New York anymore. He'd be pretty ballsy to come back here. But nothing shocks me anymore.

My mind reels with possibilities. I send off texts to whomever I can think of to get more information but in the midst of the chaos, I get a notification that Imogen has texted me. I almost drop the god damn phone.

I grin when I see it's a photo of the other chocolate milkshake.

Imogen: Thanks again for the food last night!

Imogen: And thanks for this extremely healthy breakfast...

Aleks: One milkshake is never enough.

Imogen: We could have each had our own...

Aleks: What? You aren't good at sharing?

Imogen: Not particularly.

Aleks: I'll remember that.

Imogen: What are you doing today?

I'm about to reply to the text when a commotion breaks my focus. Zane and Tate come in from where they were spending the night out in the cottage again.

I don't want to know.

"Brother!" Zane smiles, gripping my shoulders and shaking. "Aren't you looking chipper today! Is that a smile?"

"No," I grumble, sipping my coffee.

"What'll you have Tatiana?" Zane asks as he starts pulling out ingredients of all sorts from the fridge.