Chapter 27. Answers Needed

Brinley

I stood frozen, my brain unable to keep up with her astounding words. Langdon was her son?!

How was that possible? What was really going on here?

Obviously, there was no coincidence. Fear washed over me, uncertain of their intentions.

My gaze went from Darcie and rested on Langdon. He reclined comfortably on the couch, but the tight line of his mouth belied his relaxed posture. His eyes were equally attentive as hers had been, carefully looking me up and down, assessing my body for any remaining injuries.

When he finished, his gaze returned to mine. "I see Coal kept his word about spending the entire night with you." There was relief in his tone at my physical improvement, but his mouth held a small frown.

I blushed deeply, my cheeks warming.

Langdon had to know Coal only achieved my level of healing by spending the night with our naked bodies pressed together. I didn't reply to his remark.

"Please dear, why don't you sit down?