#Chapter57

The snooty butler tipped his head to the man at the door. “Mr. Haldir, so nice to see you again.”

The handsome blonde stranger with a fresh scar over his eye and a raspy Norweigian accent slipped through the doorway and slapped his hand on Aster’s back. “How the hell are you, Aster?”

“Excellent, sir.” His fingers bent as he crossed the foyer. “Please follow me. Mr. Parker and Miss Imara are in the back garden.”

While Aster led him through the kitchen hall on his way to the home’s courtyard, the Immortal picked up an apple from a bowl at the counter and wiped it off on his...