“Emmie.”“Yes?”“I’m dying for you to meet my real son.”Her face softened with a reluctant smile. “Where is he?”“He’s out there with Abigail and Grayson.”She took a deep breath, “Well, let’s go.”“Wait,” I said, holding a hand up. “I have to ask something of you. It’s something that I can trust t
My chest tightens with the weight of my next revelation, hoping it’s not too much for her to bear.“I wouldn’t exactly say roam around freely, but yes, I’m not a stranger to his home.” I cleared my throat. “Most children aren’t strangers in their dad’s home.”Emory slapped a hand over her mouth and
“I don’t expect you to forgive me. Not after what I’ve put you through.” I swallowed hard, stepping closer, but careful not to touch her this time. “But I’m trying to make it right. I’m risking everything to get this information to you. I’m practically a dead man walking, Emmie. The minute you go af
I shut the door behind me and then opened my mouth to speak, but no words would form. I suddenly felt as parched as the Sahara desert.“Well?” Emory’s voice is sharp and unforgiving. “Don’t tell me you’ve been blowing up my phone for the last week just to stand there like an idiot.”“No, no,” I blur
As we drove up to the gates of the estate, I was once again reminded of the power and wealth of the Winchester-Bennets. I’ve learned a little bit about the organization that Abigail leads – The Obsidian Knights. It’s a Secret Society based out of Princeton University, though it traces its origins ba
My heart wrenched at his words. “I never would’ve done what I did if my son’s life weren’t at stake.” Grayson looked away as if he too would’ve done the same in my place. “Emory has a good, compassionate heart. If I could only explain things and give her this information, I think, in time, she could