The house I was in was large and sprawling. I suspected it wasn’t a house at all but a mansion of some sort. Despite the clear wealth on display, the house was neither cold nor impersonal. It was warm and inviting. Everything seemed like it had seen some use and love. It was a far cry from the stilted halls of my father’s house back at the compound.
I followed Caroline downstairs. The living room shared a nearly open floor space with the kitchen and dining area. Everyone froze when I stepped into the room. I froze too.
So this is what she meant when she said everyone. Sitting at the dining room table were three faces I recognised from the Syndicate families. Rayan was already seated and seemed to have been scarfing down food before I came in. On the opposite end of the table sat Siofan S
