Page 150 of Tangled in Knots

“Callum, feel free to tell me he’s being dramatic,” I breathe.

“Can’t,” he sighs. “Dad is really mad.”

“I’m going to start calling myself Princess of the Unhinged!” I complain.

“I think it’s catchy,”Duncan teases me. “Night, Princess. I’ll figure out a way to get your money and throne back.”

“That’s not funny,” I mutter, but he’s already hung up.

Flopping onto my back, I blow out a breath. Cian, Cecil, and I spoke about so much, my mind is reeling. On a whim, I grab my computer and put her name into an internet search engine. Nothing comes up at all, making me wrinkle my nose. In this day and age, it’s difficult for not one hit to come up.

Picking up my phone, I call Morris, wondering if he can find something. Of the four of them, something tells me he’s their tech guy.

“Adira,”he says when he answers my call. “How are you?”

“I’m confused,” I mutter. “I am looking to see if anything comes up on my aunt on an internet search, and nothing at all did. I would have thought something would have.”

“If she’s avoiding a digital footprint, not necessarily,”he murmurs.“I’m relatively confident I can find a few things if I can look?”

“Yes, please. Be careful,” I tell him. “I don’t have a great feeling about her. Cian and Cecil were telling me about Dad and my aunt being thick as thieves until just after my mom died. It sounds like they had some sort of falling out.”

“Cian and Cecil, huh?”Morris drawls. “Wow, Adira. The Sullivan family is powerful and old money, and here you are on a first name basis. I’m impressed.”

“Stop,” I mutter, smirking. “It was a really nice dinner. I’m just worried. Dad signed over all of his money to Cassia just before he died, and they’re all in offshore accounts. Caelin doesn’t want to tip her off by simply yanking the money back.”

“I wouldn’t either. Alright, I’ll get started on this one. Are you going anywhere for the rest of the night?”he asks.

“Other than a shower? No, I’m not. I plan to get a jump on my paper, though, since Damon is taking me out on Saturday,” I explain.

“Good, that sounds like fun. If you need anything, let me know,”he says. “I’ll get working on this in the mean time. Talk later, little omega.”

Pushing myself up on my bed as I put my phone aside, I force myself to stand. A shower will wake me up, so I can get to work on this paper. Swallowing back a yawn, I gather my pajamas and toiletries for the bathroom before slipping out of the bedroom.

“Have any fun plans tonight?” a voice surprises me, making me flinch.

Fuck, it never fails.This girl has bottle-bleached hair, perfect makeup, and looks as if she rolled off a catalog page. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing when I leave my room, Paula is waiting outside.

“My plans are with a shower and my bed,” I say tiredly, moving toward the bathroom.

“You sound boring and old for someone so young,” Paula complains.

We’re living in a shelter, not a college dorm. I don’t know how lively I can be expected to be. She makes me really uncomfortable, but I can’t quite explain why.

“That’s because I’m very boring,” I mutter.

“Paula, leave her alone,” Meghan says, poking her head out of her room. “Adira works hard, and has every reason to be tired. Hell, I want a nap before work.”

“When do you have to leave for your shift?” I ask, ignoring Paula.

“In like an hour,” she says, shrugging. “He’s starting to wake up, so it’s not going to happen.”

“I’ll take him,” I offer, turning back to my room. “I haven’t seen Benji in a couple of days because it’s been so busy. I need cuddles.”

“Adira, you’re tired,” Meghan admonishes, but I shake my head. Paula is allergic to babies, it’s the best way to get her the hell away from me.

“Gimme that baby,” I insist, putting my things away in my room before popping back out. “You know you wanna.”

Snickering, she comes back with Benji and a diaper bag, and I spend the next forty minutes playing with an almost toddler.

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