Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Brooklyn

The next day, I go down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and wait.

And wait.

I have my breakfast with Hudson, waving him off as he goes to class, and then have about four more tiny cups of espresso as I wait some more.

I'm practically buzzing when Aden finally deigns to come into the room, which is, as usual, busy with activity.

My body responds to his presence, practically reaching toward him, but he doesn't even look at me as he sweeps through the room, then heading to the back corner, where the older captains sit.

He joins them, and they consult for a while, making plans for whatever their next move is.

I grit my teeth, realizing that I'm going to have to wait a little longer.

Forty-five minutes later, Aden walks swiftly past me, headed for the door.

Pissed-I know he saw me sitting here, I know he's doing this on purpose-I stand up and call after him. "Aden!"

He stops in his tracks and then slowly turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised.

Otherwise, though, his body gives no indication of what he's thinking or feeling.

"Can I get a ride, please?" I ask. "To the stables?"

Aden's eyes flick over me.

"No time today," he says as he pushes through the door. "Maybe tomorrow. If I'm feeling generous."

glare at the door

this is

get changed, opting for a comfortable pair of leggings

flop onto my bed. I sigh, glancing over

Jayde. She was always

with my

up, I wonder about where she is now.

so strange, realizing someone you'd come to love is your biological family in the moment when you

perhaps because I am her

already in this

hints about how to defy

here the whole time as

she was preparing me to

little at the idea, still not knowing-not really-where my allegiances

the

there's more to this house than meets the eye. And that if I'm

wicked little smile crosses

keep me out of trouble by taking me to

bounce out of bed, put on my slippers, and head out into

look both ways, realizing that I know very

next to my room, and then on the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that is

I have no

rafters like some kind of evil bat. That would suit his personality, for sure. Thinking

had asked Jayde once where they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was

now, mulling over

and photo albums were kept downstairs in that little room in the basement... What the hell did

and feeling bold and bored I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the steps without a

just an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly

was installed

the round knob, and give it a twist-but it

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