Home. It still felt like home and that realization nearly broke me before I’d even stepped onto the ground.
Logan stayed close beside me as we descended carefully and despite preparing myself mentally the entire flight, my pulse still pounded violently once the estate came into view.
Lights glowed warmly through massive windows while staff moved quietly near the entrance, and standing directly in front of the doors was my father.
Alexander Laurent.
Even from a distance, he still looked exactly the same somehow. Tall, intimidating and immaculately composed beneath the dark coat stretched across his broad shoulders.
For one horrible second, I almost stopped walking entirely and Logan noticed immediately.
“Keep moving,” he muttered under his breath. “You've already come this far.”
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