Chapter 0091

“Fay!” Kent yells the moment he walks into his house, storming down the hall.

His household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that something is wrong. Kent is passively

pleased by this – they, at least, know their place.

Still, Fay doesn’t answer him. Kent calls for her again, heading up the steps at a brisk pace. When he

arrives at her room he pushes open her door, not bothering to knock, ready to tell her to learn to come

when she’s called.

But when he enters the room, she’s not there.

The bed is mussed and scattered with books, pens, and paper – as if she had just been sitting there a

moment ago. But where the hell is she?

Angry, he turns, ready to search the rest of the house. Unfortunately for her, a housekeeper is skittering

past at just that moment.

“Where is she,” Kent says, grabbing the woman by the arm, his voice harsh.

“Um,” she says, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. “She left. A few hours ago.”

Kent takes a step forward, glaring down at the woman. “Where did she go?”

The woman shakes her head frantically. “I don’t know,” she says, her voice going soft. “but she was

wearing…those boots.”

Kent lets the woman go, realizing belatedly that his anger here is misplaced. He doesn’t say another

word to her, just heads back down the stairs as the woman hurries down the hall towards the spare

bedrooms.

Kent bangs through the door to the kitchen, striding over to the table of older gentlemen.

“Who let her go,” he demands, seeking answers.

The three men look up at Kent, their faces blank.

“What’s going on here,” one of the men says, leaning back in his chair, not frightened of Kent or the

anger building within him. “Why are you taking this out on us?”

Kent just glares at him, not willing to tolerate this small talk. He just wants answers.

“She went to the barn,” another one says, equally casual. “She loves that horse. You know she does.”

“Who took her,” Kent says, running low on patience. “She did not have permission to go.”

“Well, no one told her that,” the same man says, shrugging and turning back to his coffee. “The kid took

her – the young one. Jerome. They headed out a few hours ago.”

But at the heart of it all, the beating pulse that echoes through every problem is Fay, Fay, Fay.

He has to secure her, now. Physically, so that no one can take her from him – god, if someone took her,

held her hostage…

Kent shakes his head, unwilling to think of it. But beyond that, he needs to secure Fay mentally and

emotionally as well, securing her loyalties so that she doesn’t betray him –

Because, god damnit, so much now depends on this girl –

Kent throws the car into park, stepping out and striding towards the stables.