32

Kristoff

I stand rooted in the hallway, gritting my teeth when Ernest tells me that Harvey is around and is waiting to speak to me in the lobby. Great. My irredeemable idiot of a brother is the last person in the world I want to see right now. Titania still hasn't left her room. After a while, her sobs had died down. But I know she's still falling apart. I'm guilty and confused about anything and everything for the first time in my life, trying to figure out the best way to approach this situation, and Harvey chooses this critical moment to show up.

“Seems like he hasn't learned a good lesson at the club,” I growl into the phone, rubbing my forehead warily. “Anyways, send him up. I'll be out shortly.”

In the meantime, I text Pete as I hurry toward my room to pick up a shirt. He beeped me this morning, informing me that he had landed safely in Tennessee, but I haven't heard from him since then.

“Man, any updates? What have you found so far?” I text.

“Nothing yet, Sir. I followed a tail