"I just got off the phone with Griffin. He made a few calls and Caleb will be at the club tonight. I don't know how you want to convince him to give you the keys though," Soren mumbled, sauntering into the room.
"Wouldn't he give the keys to you?" I furrowed my brows.
Soren chuckled, amused. "No way in the seven hells of Valrok would he give me the keys. Caleb and I hate each other. He's like the son my father never had,"
"You're the son your father always wanted." I reassured him, rummaging through my closet.
Soren sat on the bed, watching me. I settled for a silk gray dress with a low cut at its back. It was simple and plain.
"I can't believe you got me all these clothes," I shook my head as I placed the dress beside Soren.
"I know what you like," Soren smiled goofily at me.
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