"Don't change the subject, please, Turner. Do you or do you not agree that I should be allowed to buy that book?"
Turner raised his brows at the first use of profanity he'd ever heard escape his mother's lips. "Congratulations, you've sunk to my level.""Give me that!" She lunged forward and grabbed the glass out of his hand. Amber liquid splashed out onto the desk. "I am appalled at you, Nigel. You're just as bad as when you were with Leticia. You're hateful, rude- " She broke off when his hand wrapped around her wrist.
"Don't ever make the mistake of comparing Miranda to Leticia," he said in a menacing voice."I didn't!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "I would never dream of it.""Good." He let go of her suddenly and walked over to the window. The landscape was as bleak as his mood.
His mother remained silent for quite some time, but then she asked, "How do you intend to salvage your marriage, Turner?"He let out a weary breath. "Why are you so certain that it is I who need to do the salvaging?"
"For the love of God, just look at the girl. She is obviously in love with you."
His fingers gripped the windowsill until his knuckles turned white. "I've seen no indication of that lately."Although we had paid for another night in our London hotel, Shayla managed to convince them to give us a partial refund. We hurried back to our rooms, where I packed up all of our stuff again, and then we left the hotel like normal people—through the main exit, before heading down to the small lane that we’d first arrived at near the hotel. It was here that Shayla vanished us.
When we landed this time, my teeth chattered. A harsh wind howled around us, penetrating through my clothes. My feet felt like ice cubes. I feared for Josh. I reached instinctively for him and readjusted his scarf, wrapping it more tightly around him, as well as making sure that his hat covered his ears. We were standing in the middle of a snowdrift, rolling hills and mountains surrounding us for as far as I could see. Behind us was a road, whose tarmac I could barely make out beneath the snow. It wound down the mountain we were standing on toward what appeared to be a small, quaint village, about half a mile away.Aha, Shayla said. Let me take us closer.
She brought us closer to the village, which was filled with mostly cottages. The largest building was a castle, bordering a mini-town square with frozen fountains.This is the nearest settlement to Clyderly that I’m aware of, Shayla said, striding forward toward the old castle. And this—she pointed to the castle—was once a hotel.