Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 442

Grace spun around and rushed back inside.

To her surprise, Ed was still standing right where she'd left him—in the entryway, unmoving and perfectly still. It seemed he had no idea people had just died right outside.

She took a deep breath, then gently cupped his face in her hands, speaking softly, "Something happened outside. For now, don't go out. Your doctor friend—is he with The Obsidian?"

Ed's lashes fluttered, and he instinctively nuzzled against her palm, his voice low and slightly clingy. "Yup."

"Good. Call him. I need his help with something."

If he were from The Obsidian, he would know how to handle dead bodies. No doubt.

Ed immediately made the call without asking questions. After a moment, he asked, "Grace, why does it smell like blood?"

Grace pulled him toward the couch in the darkened living room. "I got a small cut on my arm. It's nothing serious."

Ed didn't push. He just sat there, silently stroking her fingertips, lost in thought.

About 20 minutes later, Grace heard someone outside.

She stood, but placed a firm hand on Ed's shoulder and said, "You sit down. Stay put. Do not come out."

He nodded obediently.

Satisfied, Grace gave him a faint smile, then stepped outside.

Sure enough, Anthony was there waiting, though his expression was anything but pleased. Getting called out this late to fly via helicopter such a short distance was total overkill.

He exhaled sharply and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Ms. Lambert. What do you need?" he asked.

Ed was still sitting quietly on the couch. When he saw her come in, his eyes lit up.

"Has everything been taken care of?" he asked. Then, after a beat, "Why is it that you can talk to him about things but not me?"

Grace reached out, cupping his face again. "Liam's in trouble. He went to Bensville, and something happened. I need to head there right away. Thank you for tonight. I'll come back to see you when it's all handled, okay?"

She had barely finished speaking when Ed's lips were already on hers.

She leaned back, trapped between the couch and him.

He moved in with quiet authority and took full control of the situation, his hands gently but firmly cupping her face.

Their breaths intertwined, and she could sense the change in him in that closeness.

His mood tonight was unusually light—too light. A quiet satisfaction radiated from him, too, seeming so strange that it was impossible to ignore.