What if my father had an affair with this Evelyn person? Perhaps that’s the reason he’s searching for her? What if Lucien was the product of that affair? Does that mean that Lucien and I are—
Celeste gasped, hands flying to her mouth to shut herself up from completing the foul thought.
Her stomach twisted anxiously as she paced the length of her bedroom, trying to make sense of the envelope she had found in her father’s office earlier.
Meanwhile, in the room across the hallway, Lucien had buried himself in what could only be called an investigation.
He sat at his desk, back hunched over, scribbling connections between Vanessa, Camille, James, his father, and even Brad Miller.
He was certain this whole side quest would somehow lead him to his mother.
“Brad Miller—artifact courier who
