Kieran paced restlessly by the large stone fireplace, hands clasped behind his back, irritation tightening his brow. He cast another impatient glance toward the window, at the sun hanging high in the sky. It was nearly noon and there was still no sign of Desmond or Ash.
He and Rory had woken hours before, ordered breakfast, packed their bags, and leisurely dressed for the day. Kieran had been in high spirits as theyβd settled in to wait for their travel companions, but as the morning wasted