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potential client to attend to. Even as he told himself this, it was incredibly difficult to stay focused on the task of driving back to the manor. Later on, he told himself it was because of this distraction that he did not notice it at first.
    He had just merged onto the interstate when it happened. In that first instant, Kasper believed his foot had twitched, or that perhaps the over consumption had his muscles flexing by themselves. But when he realized this wasn’t the case, and that the accelerator was performing without him, he tried to stamp it back into compliance.
    The accelerator remained stuck.
     
    ***
     
    Emilia had just fallen asleep when the call came, though admittedly she didn’t want to answer it at first—the need for sleep after a busy week being her main priority. When she realized the time, and recognized the ringtone as the one she assigned Mrs. Levkin, fear stuck to her like a sticky scab. She stumbled out of bed and reached for the vibrating phone.
    “M-Mrs. Levkin?” she stuttered.
    The older woman’s voice was barely a whisper. “Hello, dear. I’m sorry to call you so late, but I needed to speak with you.”
    Emilia flipped on the light switch and simultaneously stretched. “I can barely hear you, is everything all right?”
    The older woman sighed, her voice strained even as Emilia turned up the volume. “Yes and no…”
    “What does that mean?” Emilia croaked. “Is Kasper okay? You? Tut?”
    “I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but I feel terribly dishonest keeping the truth from you, dear. I am just as much in your employment now as his—”
    “Just tell me!” she begged. “The suspense might literally kill me!”
    “There was an incident this past Sunday—a small accident.”
    Emilia’s heart stopped and her throat became dry. After he left her on Sunday she hadn’t heard from him again until Tuesday. And while she hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, Emilia now wondered why he had called when he knew she had a class, forcing her to rush the interaction between them.
    “W-what kind of accident?” She sat down on the edge of the bed and prepared herself for the worst. Kasper had wanted her to stay in New York and wait until Labor Day weekend to come back down to New York, and though reluctant, she had agreed, wanting to devote herself to her studies as much as possible—not to mention how glorifying the release of their passion was after two weeks apart. If their lovemaking could be that magnificent after a few days apart, she could hardly imagine what they would do to each other in the midst of a three day weekend.
    “There was some sort of mechanical failure with the BMW—”
    Emilia reminded herself to breathe. She had talked to him on Tuesday—therefore if nothing else, he was alive and conscious.
    “I understand that he managed to slow the car, but to avoid hitting another vehicle he swerved into the barrier. He is all right!” she quickly added. “When the airbag deployed—”
    “I’m coming down,” Emilia said hastily. “I’ll leave right now.”
    “No!” Mrs. Levkin insisted. “You must wait until the weekend so that I’m not revealed.”
    “I-I can’t just sit around when I know he’s hurt. H-He could have died!”
    “He is all right, dear, I promise you that. He’s more concerned about distressing you than himself. Even his car seems to have taken on more priority than his own health.”
    “Figures.” Emilia closed her eyes and rubbed her temple aggressively. “I shouldn’t even be surprised.”
    “I merely wanted to tell you before you arrived,” Mrs. Levkin said quickly, her voice still shushed. “The airbag broke his nose and his face is still badly swollen. You might have been upset at the sight.”
    Upset ? It was much too late for that. Still, below her panic, Emilia was glad that Mrs. Levkin had told her when she did. The last thing Kasper probably needed was to see her crying the minute she saw him