BLAINE
Back in my study, I sank into the leather chair with a sigh. The room was quiet. Just the ticking of the antique clock and the distant hum of the sea through the open balcony doors.
Even the place that usually made me feel the most powerful, because it was where I conducted my business and gave out orders, didn’t give me the same sense of power it usually did.
Instead, I was frowning at the way even my thoughts refused to obey me.
And then there were those … feelings. My father had noticed them on me, which made me wonder if others did as well.
I wasn’t supposed to have them — and if anyone would ask, I didn’t. But Malia made me feel something… What exactly it was, I didn’t know.
The only positive feelings I had were towards the twins. Maybe my father, in that cold, bitter
