The Return

Later that evening, as the Parisian sky deepened into a canvas of midnight blue, Devon found a quiet moment to call Nana. He knew she would be worried, perhaps even angry, after the way he left for his trip suddenly and then he didn’t inform her of exactly where Clara was. Clara was carrying the heirs of the Cage empire and Nana cared about that so much, the safety of both Clara and the twins mattered to her. He needed to smooth things over, at least enough to ensure a calm return for Clara because the news he had for the family was going to be a shocker to them, especially Nana, but he knew he had to do this, it was important he did but for now, he wanted to talk to his Nana and appeal to the love he knows she has for him. He walked out onto the villa’s balcony, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bedroom where Clara was already sleeping soundly, exhausted from their day of farewells.

He dialed Nana’s number, hearing it ring a few times