Quinn’s POV

George’s son was not what I thought he would be. He was tall and handsome in a dark way. He was one of those kinds of guys you’d see and know he was nothing but trouble; trouble you couldn’t resist. I think Taylor Swift sang a song about him specifically.

He took one look at me, scoffed, and turned away dismissing me completely. I couldn’t help but feel weird about it. I wasn’t used to being dismissed. At all.

“You must be Anthony.” My mom said with a warm charming smile.

She looked almost human but she wasn’t fooling me and something about the way he cloned her...