The Surviving Trace (Surviving Time Series Book 1) by Calia Read

Author:Calia Read [Read, Calia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
Publisher: Calia Read
Published: 2018-05-18T18:30:00+00:00

“LIVINGSTON, I NEED your help.”

Livingston, who is talking to some blonde, gives me a quick look. “I’m a bit preoccupied right now.”

I lean in. “It’s urgent.”

He gives the blonde a sultry smile and holds up a finger before he turns toward me. His smile disappears, and he looks exasperated. “What could you possibly want?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt this love connection of yours, but I just want to know if you can take me back to Belgrave later.”

“When is later?”

“I don’t know. An hour or two from now?”

“That means I’d be gone for an hour but still have enough time to come back here,” Livingston mutters. I clear my throat, and he glances at me. “Where’s your snappish husband?”

“He left.”

Livingston’s brows lift. “Without you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I sigh. “Because Nat was tired and I wanted to stay.”

“So you could bother me?”

“Look, the quicker you answer, the quicker you can get back to blondie.”

On cue, Blondie shoots him a sultry look that has him hooked.

“Yes, I’ll take you home,” he replies instantly, giving Blondie a devastating smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course,” he says before he stalks back toward his flavor of the moment. I could’ve asked him for a kidney and a million dollars, and he would’ve agreed.

With that done, I exhale loudly, look around the room, and begin to strategically smile at this person and say hi to that person. I do laps around the room, waiting until Livingston is distracted enough to stop glancing my way. Then I can slip into the hall and find Asa’s office.

Asa Calhoun is a successful man. Better yet, he’s an arrogant man. I’m hard-pressed to believe he wouldn’t have a place in his home where he could relax with some brandy or a cigar and muse over his greatness.

After my fourth lap around the parlor, I say hi to one of Étienne’s employees, Edward. He has kind eyes and a sincere smile that always puts me at ease. Every time I see him, his glasses are cockeyed, and I have to fight the urge to straighten them.

For a moment, I take in the room and the people inside it. From the dresses to the furniture and lighting, everything about this time has a romanticism attached to it that I’ll probably never get used to.

I glance at Livingston, leaning against the wall. The drink in his hands is almost empty. I’m clear across the room, but even I can tell he’s tipsy.

Now is my time to move.

I slip out of the room without anyone the wiser. Could be that most people have drunk so much they’re perilously close to being wasted. A man to my left laughs uproariously. No one is around him. He heavily slumps against the wall, his drink spilling onto the floor. Yep. Drunk and possibly crazy. But I’m okay with that; it makes sneaking into Asa’s office all the easier.

Their voices become faint as I move down the hallway. Asa’s home is impressive, similar in design of the Old Serene’s parents’ home. Three stories high with the narrow side facing the road.

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