Christopher Montreal POVThe call ended with a soft click.I slipped my phone into my pocket and exhaled, letting my eyes drift over the yard of our family mansion. I’d been handling back‑to‑back meetings since morning—being CEO meant there was always something to fix, someone to call, something to sign. At least I was dressed comfortably today in a plain shirt, sweatpants, and not a suit.Soon after, I heard footsteps. I turned around to see Alaric approaching. He wore the same kind of simple clothes, hands shoved into his pockets, and shoulders tense. He’d been quiet for three days now—too quiet. And I knew him well enough to know silence was never a good sign.He stopped beside me.“You good?” I asked.“I’m fine,” he said.A lie. A bad one. Before I could call him out, he spoke again.“What do you remember… from seven years ago? When did Anastasia leave? I mean what happened to Regan?”I turned to him fully, brows pulling together. Of all the topics he could bring up, that was the
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