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It is after dinner when our guests arrive at the mansion. Two guys who look exactly alike were introduced to me as Carmelo and Constantine Katrakis, Brandon’s cousins who are Oliver’s age. The only difference I see is Constantine wears a semi-casual navy-blue dress shirt and his brother a black T-shirt. Both are blond and pale-skinned like Cassius. Jason comes in after them, and I stop by the door while Brandon ushers his cousins inside.

“So, did you even think of telling me?” I ask J in a whisper. “Brandon told me about it.”

“Right.” He nods. “Of course I was going to tell you, but I felt yesterday wasn’t a good time. We were catching up.”

“Fair enough.” I wouldn’t have wanted any tension in our reunion either. “But wait.” I catch his arm.

“What?” He bends to my height.

“Did you tell Brandon about him?” I’m talking about the devil.

He pauses, and his forehead creases. “Of course not!”

“But he knows!” I murmur in his ear. “How would he know that?

He straightens his back and scoffs. “L