Calculated Truths

GAEL'S POV

Kiera paced across the manicured lawn, her heels sinking slightly into the soft grass with each step. Her eyes darted around the expansive garden of my family estate. "So tell me, how do I get in touch with Celia?"

I lounged on a wrought-iron garden chair, the metal warm from the afternoon sun. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby oak trees as I studied her twitchy movements.