Sorry I’m late, Mom,” he said as Della brought him a platter of food. “I got held up at Customs.” Mom? Thane and Biana had an older brother? How did she not know that? Same wavy hair, same square jaw—but he had Della’s pale eyes. He was also ridiculously good looking, but he clearly worked hard to look good. Every hair was gelled to perfection, he was built like he went to the gym twice a day, and his ornate cape was immaculate. Not as over the top as Lady Galvin’s, but headed that direction. “You must be the famous Irrissa Foster,” he said, smiling at her. “I’m Alvar.” She ignored Keefe as he snickered at the word famous. “I didn’t realize there was another brother.” “I see my family talks about me a lot.” “No—I’m sorry. I—” “It’s fine. That’s what I get for moving out. Out of sigh

