Mr. Grayson peered at Will, his eyes thinning in skepticism. “Never,” he answered. I exhaled. “Then why did you put him in Blackchurch?” For the fucking money? For the resort? To trip up Graymor Cristane? Why? Senator Grayson smiled, looking lovingly at his grandson. “Because he asked me to,” he said. Will broke into a chuckle, both of them with the same bright green eyes as they dove in and embraced each other, laughing and smiling as they hugged. My stomach dropped. What? “What the hell?” Damon snapped. Evans’s face fell, watching the two men. Will asked him to send him to Blackchurch? What?
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