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."

door

this is my

for a comfortable pair of leggings and a

glancing over at my books,

like this when I really miss Jayde. She was always a

with my hair like

up, I wonder about where she is now. I hope

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

to me perhaps because I am her

that I've found useful already in this mafia life, skills I'm not sure I

was also giving me hints about how to

whole time as a

she was preparing me to

pale a little at the idea,

I'm loyal. But between Aden and my father, the true real powers at play here? Whose

me, first, that there's more to this house than meets the eye. And that if I'm sneaky, I can find some really interesting and potentially useful-stuff in the house's

little smile

Aden won't keep me out of trouble by taking

of bed, put on my slippers, and head

I know very little about

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

have no idea

That would suit his personality, for sure. Thinking of the rafters, though, my eyes travel up the next set of stairs, which

Jayde once where they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk in

this now, mulling over her

photo albums were kept downstairs in that little room in the

I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up

a landing at the top. Instead, there's just an ugly brown plywood door, its shabby material

was

grasping the round knob, and

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