Ren sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on the half-open window. His reflection on the glass looked tired, almost like he was on the verge of fainting.
He muttered under his breath, "They've probably figured it out by now."
His voice was low, but even he could hear the worry hiding beneath it. It wasn't paranoia—it was logic. He'd been gone for too long. If his family hadn't already sent authorities looking, they would soon. The idea of them discovering what he'd been doing behind their backs made his stomach twist.
"If they find out…" He leaned back and exhaled, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, that'll be the end of me and my careful plans."
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to push the thought away, but another name surfaced in his mind before he could stop it.
"Luxy."
The name came out in a quiet sigh. "What the hell are you doing?"
