Keane
“Eve.”
The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.”
“You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot.
“We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”
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