Autumn laughs. “It’s kind of funny, actually. Usually, the Lords would go on to bigger and better things, leaving Forsyth and South Side behind. But we all know what’s in store for those three, and it’s not the NFL, or Julliard, or even the Mercer Corp. penthouse office.” At my confused expression, she laces her fingers together beneath her chin, like she’s talking to a small child. “Those three are never getting out of here, Lady. Payne would never let them.”
