It wasn’t long before he brought her to Falcon’s castle. They arrived in style, arms linked like a couple that owned the place, striding into the grand lobby with the kind of confidence that made the house staff retreat into corners, whispering. For the first time in years, Kain had walked through those gates alone, punching in the security code with deliberate pride.

This was his father’s house though not many remained alive who remembered his banishment. With purpose, he settled into his father’s favorite couch, the one that served almost like a throne made specifically for Falcon, and pulled Georgia down beside him. She crossed one leg over the...