LOGAN’S POVWith every passing hour, I grew more restless. By the time evening fell, I was sure something had gone wrong. I called the phone I’d left in the car, but it went unanswered.She might just be ignoring the calls—or perhaps, she left.But that wasn’t Tessa.I shut my eyes, visualizing what the inside of my car looked like. It wasn’t going to be hard to drift right into the car, even though I might just end up intruding on her privacy.Then I heard the main door open, and I let out a breath of relief as I walked out of my room.“Tessa, I—”That wasn’t her scent.That scent… I recognized it. But it couldn’t be possible; there was simply no way it could be the same person. Perhaps it was all my imagination.And then I heard the footsteps, calm, silent, also exactly how I’d remembered it.There he was. The man that should be dead, the man we’d buried. Falcone Callister, my father.“Hello, son.” He said with a small smile.Falcone looked a lot like George, though his eyes were a
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