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“Charlotte,” she snaps. “I mean, Raven, is a good girl. You will stay far away from her Baxter!”
Huh? Is that so? Why doesn’t she know her own granddaughter’s name? And what sort of name is Raven anyway? If I wasn’t so against associating with The Order, I could have put in a call to get more answers. I hate a mystery.
“Or what?” I challenge, blowing more smoke into her face. She coughs, swipes at the air, glares at me.
“Or your grandfather will cut you off.”
I bark out a laugh. Of course he will.
“Right.” I snort derisively.
“I mean it, Baxter—” Grandfather joins in with the threats. Wow, this must be serious. This chick is either underage or has a platinum pussy. Colour me intrigued. I wonder if her blood runs blue. Will I get to find out?
“As your soul heir, I very much doubt that you’re going to cut me off.” I turn to sneer at Cordelia. “And your withered choice of fuck toy here is practically prehistoric. She’d give birth to dusty corpse babies if you tried to knock her up and make a new heir.”
“Dicky!” Cordelia gasps, affronted by the truth.
“Unless he has some younger bits on the side, now that you’ve been promoted to main piece.”
“Baxter! That is enough!” Now my grandfather has to chastise me in order to save face. Which tells me he probably is boning the staff too. Ugh, that’s a grim thought. We’ve never had the same taste. And I mean, I’m all for Daddy kink, but imagine being told your granddaddy does it better…
I feel sick.
“Baxter! Are you listening? You will be a perfect gentleman when Cordelia’s granddaughter arrives. You will stay out of sight as much as possible and when you have to interact with her, you will be on your best behaviour!”
“Or else you’ll cut me off? Yeah, yeah.”
“No. I won’t cut you off Baxter. You’re my only family—”
Cordelia coughs.
“You’re my blood. But I will call Monty and use a favour to get your sentence at Knox extended,” he finishes sadly, like it pains him to have to make such a threat.
Only it’s not a threat. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my grandfather means every word. And I cannot allow that to happen. Because spending a moment longer than I have to at Knox Academy might just shatter what little of my soul is still intact.
