Sano studied her for a long while, and Charlotte made herself meet his gaze unflinchingly. She knew from experience that if she showed her husband the smallest sign of weakness, his overprotective instinct would rise to the fore, and she would never be able to convince him to leave her alone.
"I'll be outside then," Sano said finally. "And remember—-if at any point what Cassie says troubles you, call for me. Alright?"
"I got it."
"Promise me, Charles."
"Yes, I promise."
Sano was still frowning. "I just don't think—-"
Charlotte forgot her fears in her exasperation. "Cass is only going to speak to me, not curse me over the phone." She pointed to the door. "So if you don't mind..."
Sano gave her a dark look one final time before leaving, but as soon as the door closed, she heard him pacing restlessly outside, and Charlotte realized this just wouldn't do at all.
She flung the door open, and Sano stiffened. "What's wrong?"
Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest. "You tell me." Back in the day, Landon had practically made it his mission to creep up on her as often as he could, and while she wished it was because her husband had wanted to surprise her with a kiss, it was actually all just training. He had wanted her senses heightened to keep anyone else from creeping up on her, in the times Landon wasn't around to protect her.
"You used to be the master of stealth," she reminded him.
Sano's jaw clenched. "That was then. I don't have any reason to hide my discomfort now."
Her brows furrowed. "Do you not want me to talk to Cass?"
"I just have this feeling that this phone call will make things worse for us."
"Aren't you the one who told me that facing my fears is how I'll find a way to defeat them?"
"I know what I said," Sano bit out.
"Was it a lie then?"
"Of course not—-"
"Then let me face my fears now."
Sano's lips tightened. "If you have anything you're afraid of, then let me—-"
"It's you," Charlotte muttered. "My greatest fear is losing you again—-"
"Fuck, Charles."
Sano yanked her back into his arms.
"You'll never lose me again," he growled against her hair. "I was a selfish bastard in my old life—-"
Charlotte started to protest, but Sano hushed her.
She went back into the powder room and slammed the door shut in his face. Jerk! But already she was lifting one hand up—-
"Are you about to touch your lips, Charles?" a sly voice asked from the other side of the door, and just like that the mood was completely ruined, and Charlotte kicked the door as hard as she could. Jerk, jerk, jerk!
She could hear Sano laughing as he walked away, and the sound had her teeth gnashing against each other. If she still harbored any doubts of Sano being Land, this unique ability of his to rile her temper was all she needed to know with absolute certainty that her husband was truly back...and he was the exact same jerk he used to be.
Charlotte reached for the phone she had left on the vanity table. Time to be serious, she reminded herself. Cass's visions often came in the form of omens, but they were also often a chance for a person to change the future.
She pulled up Sano's call history on his iPhone and pressed the Call button on the most recent number on the list.