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Sienna
"Quite a demonstration," Jace’s father’s voice slides over my skin. "You must be Sienna." The man holds out his hand. "I’m Darren."
His palm is rough, as if he spent the early years of his life in hard physical labor and now is trying to make up for it.
Dry warmth oozes into my blood. I shudder, tugging my hand. He lets go, then turns to Jace.
"So, the prodigal returns?" Sharp and cutting, the clipped English accent is underpinned by a rougher one I cannot place. Does he wear his mixed accent as a badge of his self-made status?
"It will take more than a kiss to show me that you're settling down." His voice is toneless.
No warmth between these two. Father and son are their worst rivals too.
Settling down?
"I'm here because Natalie asked me to come," Jace replies, his voic
