With Brady holding her hand, Kaida stepped into Meath Mansion and through an elegant foyer. The breath backed up in her lungs as she glanced around.
The whole place screamed something courtesy of Daddy Warbucks. From the winding marble staircase to the vaulted ceiling to the crystal chandelier, it oozed money. Boatloads. Old and new fortune. It was like standing in a museum with the art pieces and fancy vases. And just as cold. Everywhere she turned, there were hallways and rooms off the entryway.
"Wow, Brady. When you said mansion, you weren't exaggerating."
He grunted, but any reply he might've given was cut off by his brothers exiting a room to the left of the staircase.
Tristan pocketed a cell and handed a piece of paper to Brady. "That's the new alarm code. Memorize it. I just go
