Chapter 83
Promise
(Andy’s POV)
The past two weeks had been a nightmare. I had spent the bulk of that time in Los Angeles, sorting out a mess Vick had dragged me into. Every second I spent cleaning up his problem, the frustration in my chest grew. Not at him—Vick was my younger brother, and no matter what, I would always have his back—but at the situation as a whole. My life had been nothing but one mess after another, and now, more than ever, I was sick of it.
The flight from LA to Edinburgh felt endless, my exhaustion and frustration mounting with every hour. By the time I stepped off the plane and made my way to the car waiting to take me to Esha’s estate, I felt like a shell of myself. But none of that mattered. Not the flight, not Vick, not the mountain of problems waiting for
