A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Eddie pressed his lips together and set Ivan’s latest drawing in front of Alessia.

“Dark, twisted, suffocating… That’s a lot of negativity for a seven–year–old. You must be a little unnerved too, right?” Alessia just glanced at the picture.

She’d seen Ivan’s artwork before–she knew it all too well.

“You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you? He’s not like most kids on the spectrum.”

“What do you think?” Instead of answering Eddie’s question, Alessia tossed out her

own.

“If

you ask me, it’s less autism and more like… he’s been through something–some kind of abuse, maybe? He’s on guard, always, but at least he’s willing to leave the house. He talks to people, so he can’t be doing too badly.”

Eddie propped his chin on his hand, long lashes casting shadows under his eyes as he pondered.

“But if, as you say, he barely sees anyone outside and his family is so protective…

would he have

Exactly–where?

Alessia’s mind, but without proof, she refused to

an idea.” Eddie shot her a knowing glance, reading

only turned to Ivan. He’d finished eating and, imitating her, was quietly tidying up his

time

next few months anyway, but even if I’m not, you’re welcome here anytime,” Eddie replied

Shutting himself in would only shrink his world smaller and smaller,

are bleak, sure, but I actually like the style. If only I could get a little closer to him.” She thought of how she’d once needed saving herself–and now wanted to

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you fear.”

encouragement.

and walked over to

from him, though he didn’t exactly acknowledge him

another seven–year–old boy at that age when every adult’s patience is tested–Ivan was quiet, gentle, even when

all up for grabs, you know,” Eddie said, kneeling