Friends?

Chelsea smirked, resting her head on her hand. "Let me think. Mr. Yeardeh, you're 27 years old, the youngest son of Mr. Yeardeh Sr., with a quarter Gypsy blood. The children in your family were all raised under strict training, except you, who were pampered and kept close by Mr. Yeardeh Sr. At nine, you were kidnapped and nearly killed. Mr. Yeardeh Sr. mobilized the entire family to save you, and you returned unharmed. Later, your seven older brothers either died, were injured, or fled."

Melford remained unfazed, grinning. "Have you been researching me online? Seems like you’re quite interested in me."

He began to inch closer to Chelsea,...