Lola paced back and forth, biting her thumbnail as her mind raced.
"Madam," Allen called, stopping by the door with a bottle of water. He let out a shallow breath as he extended it toward her.
Lola glanced at the bottle and took it. "Thanks."
"Sir Charles will be fine," Allen said, though even he wasn't completely sure. "Miss Penny and Sir Zoren are there."
"Sure," Lola rocked her head slightly and set the bottle down on the table. She rested one hand against it and exhaled heavily. "Sure."
Earlier that day, Atlas had received a call from Anteca informing him that Charles had been in an accident. Without hesitation, Atlas left with his brothers. Lola stayed behind—someone had to—and Allen couldn't oversee everything alone.
Even with Sybil's help, someone still needed to remain.
That had been an hour ago.
Allen pressed his lips into a thin line and walked over, leaning his back against the table. He opened his mouth, but all he managed at first was a deep exhale.
