Before Cas would go to the woman he wanted to see Meg, to make sure she was okay and to tell her he had decided to stay true to his commitment to Daphne. He pushed the latch down and pushed the door open.
Everything seemed normal.
He walked upstairs to check her bedroom. Maybe she was still asleep. He knocked on the door; he had learned it was rude to barge in rooms آپ weren’t invited in.
No answer.
Cas pushed the latch down and entered the room. The بستر was made. The wardrobe and drawers were open and empty.
The same unexplainable kind of pain he had felt the night before came over him as he conjured the note Meg had left when she’d had the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ delivered.
‘Hope آپ like your new kitchen. Love, Meg’
He ripped it into little pieces and let them fall on the ground.
He sank down on the بستر and lay down. His head felt something hard under the تکیا and he stuck his hand underneath. He grabbed the thing and pulled it out.
It was a book. He opened it on the first page and frowned when he figured out it was Daphne who wrote it. But then again, it wasn’t all that surprising that Meg had stolen it. He was surprised, though, that Daphne hadn’t told him about it. Maybe the book wasn’t finished yet. He would return it to her, before going on his mission.