Chapter 1
Grace Holt, a.k.a. Aunt Grace, smiled gently beside me.
“Savvy, honey. Have you made your choice?”
I was spiraling. Then, another barrage of bullshit popped up:
“Forget the twins. Let her look at the demon-uncle!”
“He’s only staying silent ‘cause he’s too old for her.”
“Otherwise she wouldn’t be dying on an operating table—she’d be screaming his name in bed!”
My gaze darted to the corner.
There he was.
Hunter Holt. The uncle. Sitting in the shadows like a damn panther in a three-piece suit, eyes sharp and dark, staring at me like he already knew I was cracking.
