Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Brooklyn

Aden was smart to butter me up with a new horse.

Because now, as I sit in the back seat of the black car, all by myself, I look up at the stone mansion in front of me and grimace.

I am not looking forward to this. Dinner with my father, the man I barely knew existed.

The man I'm not sure I like very much at all, and who isn't sure he trusts me in return.

I know that there should probably be some curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and my heritage.

But honestly? Lennox Remington doesn't feel anything like my father. That, to me, will always be Stephen.

Aden sent two guards along with me and instructed them to stay by me at all times.

For protection, presumably. But also-I think-to be Aden's eyes and ears at the meeting.

Remington is his ally, but even the term "ally" in this underworld has some tenuous distrust built into it.

I begged Hudson to come with me, but Aden denied that, too.

Remington, apparently, wanted me all to himself.

Great. I was already feeling uncomfortable enough about this whole situation. But now, to go into it alone? This was definitely going to be a disaster.

the front of the car after they

step out and sigh, wishing I was anywhere else. The stables,

us troupe up the front steps to the house and ring the

if this is my house,

door, giving us a kind smile before

in, I stop dead in my tracks.

asks. Joshua, I think.

response,

reality? I'm

walking into a dream. I've been here before, I suddenly realize. I know things about this

corners, what things will feel like,

are familiar. A soft burnt orange, thick and plush underneath my feet. The arch that leads into the dining room... Yes, I know that. And

hutch, filled with

looking around as I slowly walk through

hesitates. "Dinner isn't ready yet, miss," she says. "If you'll come with

the room and push open the door to the kitchen. The avocado-green fridge and stove are exactly as I remember them. Except, I didn't know that I did

footsteps behind

"Familiar, is it?"

me in the kitchen. I

looks around at the kitchen, as

you out of here," he says. "Your mother, the maids, or me. You always wanted to

of the pots and pans. Bang on them, or

five when we went to live with Stephen; I should have had a few core

But why had it gone missing

a moment and then

"I want to introduce

follow, my gaze still darting

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