I blinked several times, the confusion swimming in my head. The man outside my car—Ezra, he’d said—was still smiling at me like we’d known each other for years, even though I couldn’t recall ever seeing his face before.
He tilted his head slightly. “Ohh,” he said, his smile deepening, “you don’t recognize me, do you?”
I hesitated, trying to piece something together, anything that could tell me who this stranger was.
“I’m Ezra,” he continued smoothly, as if unveiling some secret. “I'm the seecond son of Shadowood Park.”
I straightened instinctively at the name.
Shadowood Park…
Then it hit me like a quiet storm.
Nickolas’s brother.
“Wait, you’re Nickolas’s brother?” I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “Oh—I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. Forgive me for not recognizing you earlie
