A Stolen Birthright

…Never mind. I’ve got to go,” I said quietly into the phone.

“Kess, wait. What’s—.”

But I hung up before Judd could finish his sentence.

Preston’s eyes looked from my face… to where I held the phone in my hands, and slowly clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“That would be a cellular device, I assume?” he asked, gradually approaching. “Are you aware that it’s quite a serious offence to use that