*Tristan*

“How long have you lived there?” Stephan asks.

We are in his well-appointed library. He is sitting on the edge of his desk, Raphael lounges in a nearby chair, and I lean against the fireplace. We each hold a glass of whiskey.

“Three years longer than you have lived here”. I shrug. “It allowed me to keep a watch over Uncle”.

“Why didn’t you tell us ? Everyone is of the belief that Alpha Loudon lives there, although he has not been to town in years from what I understand”.

“I didn’t want Uncle to know I was there, so Loudon and I handled the transaction very quietly. I...