Sir Eliot’s expression transformed, his disdain replaced with an aloof expression. “Very well,” he conceded, though it was clear he was far from pleased. “Welcome to the family, dear Kourtney.”

“T-Thank you, Sir,” she managed to say.

But she sensed that her gratitude fell on deaf ears as the Old Man walked off with a bitter grunt.

Sebastian turned to her, his expression softening. “Don’t let him get to you,” he said, his voice just for her. “He’s just an old man stuck in his old ways.”

“I can handle it,” she replied though she wasn’t entirely sure.

She didn’t need a prophet to tell her the two men barely...