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."

at the door as it swings

is my real

for a comfortable pair

sigh, glancing over at my books, but not wanting

miss Jayde. She was always

with my

about where she is now. I hope she's okay,

come to love is your

me perhaps because I

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

if she was also giving me hints about how

here the whole time as

me

pale a little at the idea,

between Aden and my father, the true real powers at play here? Whose side am I

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

smile

Aden won't keep me out of trouble by taking me to visit my horse, then I guess...trouble it

my

realizing that I know very little

on the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that is the room that Jayde used, and

realizing that I have no idea where

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

where they went, but she had dismissed the question off-hand, telling me

consider this now, mulling

kept downstairs in that little room in

around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward, heading up the steps without

brown plywood door, its shabby material clearly at odds with the fine woodworking in the rest of

was installed

round knob, and give it a twist-but

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