The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Reid's gaze turned steely, his voice losing its earlier warmth. "Grady's tied up with some urgent stuff right now."

There had been some chaos in the southern sector that morning, and Grady needed to be there pronto. Jaime was probably pulling strings behind the scenes.

With Grady out of the picture and Keir's recovery up in the air, Reid knew he had to tread carefully to keep any mischief at bay.

"Oh, really? He's got time to juggle other things at a moment like this?" Jaime said, feigning surprise.

Reid didn't take the bait.

Jaime chuckled, turning to the elders standing with him. "Looks like Keir's not too banged up; otherwise, Grady would've shown up by now."

That only made the elders more determined to see Jim.

"Reid, move aside. We're seeing Keir today, no two ways about it," one elder declared, dropping any pretense of politeness.

With Grady away, they felt no need to hold back. The elders started to push forward confidently.

Reid tilted his head a smidge, and his men instantly lined up, blocking the corridor. Their weapons were up, ready for action.

the sting

"How dare you!"

a servant, acting all high and mighty? "To see Keir, you'll have to get past

out in matching black tactical gear, the air around them thick with tension, like a storm about to

you are?" one elder shot back,

refusing

took orders from Keir

on the

elders thought about pushing

eyeing Reid's men and their

Jaime's lips curled into

what he expected. Let them rile the council; when the

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how Jim's side handles the

dragged on in the hallway for a tense five

as Jaime was about to

Sin

peacemaker, the elevator behind