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“Saskia?”
I turn around, not wanting to see anyone right now because I need to find Hope. “Yeah?”
“Come with me.” She gestures, curling her fingers and heading toward the side of the main house that shelters the rest of the property. I want to say that it’s King’s house, since he’s the son of Kaius.
The night is cooler, the dark sky bleeding into the sunset.
“Where we going?” I ask, following her footsteps. We must walk for twenty minutes before another small path leads off the dense forest. Flower beds line the pathway with Dragon flowers, blossoming perfectly. I watch as the wild forest slowly melts into a modernized home built from glass and dark mahogany wood.
I pause.
Vines of roses wrap around the two pillars at the front near the door, the walls glass and the wood that holds them together dark. There’s a small white rocking chair at the front with a small mink blanket covering the top.
Delila watches my reaction.
“What’s this?” I ask, going back to her.
“This is the Dragavei house. In other words, yours.”
My eyes close. “Delila, I need to ask you something.” I think I’m in shock. “How am I a Dragavei?”
Delila tilts her head, studying me. “Your mother.”
I go back to the house. “But growing up, we didn’t have a life like this. Mom, she wasn’t rich. I actually thought that when you came to visit me, that I would have to pay their dues by doing Midnight Mayhem’s cleaning or something. My parents were nothing special in this world.” I shake my head, laughing. When Delila doesn’t answer, I quickly look back at her. “Please don’t take that as I’m ungrateful for this, because I am. I know that you can’t talk to me about everything, but I still have questions.”
Something flashes over Delila’s eyes. I couldn’t decipher what that was and before I could, it was gone. She smiles at me. “Well, I guess you’ll start learning that there was more to your heritage than what you’ve been told.”
She steps forward, dropping the keys into the palm of my hand. “Your family trust and credit cards are on the counter in the kitchen. I would really prefer if you stick with your team while we’re on the road, but this is your home now.”
I chew on my lip. “Thank you.” I’m still overwhelmed.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Delila murmurs, walking away. “Money isn’t something that you should be thankful for.”
That’s something someone rich would say.
I finally make my way up the porch, squeezing open the door. Lemon and lavender with cedarwood engulf me instantly, and I step inside and take in the wholesome architecture. White stairs lead up to the second level, and a kitchen sits at the back. Red bar stools are tucked beneath the island with equally red light fittings that hang from the wall. The dining room leads off the kitchen and tucked at the back is the lounge room. A comfortable three-seater and two-seater are facing each other with an open fireplace sitting in the middle. There’s a large flat screen TV hanging on the wall above the fireplace, and plants scattered around in modern clay pots. There are open sliding doors that join the lounge to the porch outside, so I open them wide, inhaling the crisp air as a burnt orange sky is slowly swallowed by the night. There’s a large fire pit in the middle of the backyard with LED lights that hang delicately around the porch, reaching out to the firepit. There’s even a complete outdoor setting and an inbuilt BBQ.
I already know that this will be my favorite place.
I make my way back inside, quickly checking out the bedrooms upstairs. Three spacious and modern style—all furnished and decorated to fit the overall theme of the house. I head back downstairs, checking the double door stainless steel fridge. Everything is stocked up, as though someone was tasked to make sure it was ready for my arrival.
I take out an iced-coffee and peek through the papers that are on the dark marble table. Figures after figures peer back at me.
I didn’t even know this much money could exist. Did every family have a trust account? Likely. Am I the only Dragavei left?
I lean back in my chair, overwhelmed. How could my mom have all of this money and allow us to live the way we did in Kiznitch?
Confused, I tuck everything away and pick up the credit cards, pushing them into my back pocket. Once I’m back upstairs, I hit dial on Brian again. I won’t be sleeping until I know where the hell Hope is and that she isn’t the person Killian hurt while we were in Kiznitch.
Brian answers on the fifth ring. “Saskia? We found her. She’s okay.”
“You found her?” I breathe out, leaning back on the chair. “Is she okay?”
“She will be okay. She had issues in customs, and they wouldn’t let her out of the country. She’s on her way back to the Keys now and said that she will call you.”
“That’s good! Okay, give her a hug from me when you see her.”
“I will.” His tone is normal, u
“Bye!”
I hang up after being so overwhelmed. Massive sigh of relief, taking in my new bedroom with new, relaxed eyes. The master bedroom is classic and cold. Pure white walls, a floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooks the front of the house. An ensuite with a claw tub and rainforest shower. Everything is white and clean and unlived in.
After having a quick shower and finding the Egyptian black cotton towels, I slip into my new bed and drift to sleep.