“You, my dear, are different though. You are part of our family, aren’t you?” Of course he knows—that was the entire point—but something in the way he asks the question has me wanting to apologize for God knows what. I lower my voice to barely above a whisper. “Yes, of course.” He looks at Damon, who’s now staring at us. The old man returns his attention to me and raises one brow in an identical look to his grandson. “So tell me, why the secrecy?”
Not him clocking us💀
