I looked at him, then at the blades, before I laughed. “No, I don’t think this is the right sport for me.”

“You haven’t even tried.”

He was right. Only I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to get away from here. Far away from this crazy rich family who already must have taken many lives. Away from guns and murderers.

Tristan put the metal things into my hand and pointed to a target nearby, maybe ten meters away on the wall.

“I’ll never hit that.”

“I don’t expect you to. You’re not Adrian DeLoughrey.”

Jerkily, I turned and looked at Tristan challengingly. “What about him?”

“Ourgolden sonis a natural.”

It sounded slightly snide. And of course, Adrian was a natural.Damn,Adrian seemed tohaveeverything, to be able todoeverything… There would only be one way to get better than him...

“Is there anyone better than him?” I asked, and he sighed.

“My older brother.”

“And your older brother is?” I asked curiously with a raised eyebrow.

“Bastien.”

I looked at him, confused and taken by surprise. It couldn’t be... “Then you’re Miles’...”

“Father,” he finished my sentence, his jaw working.

Miles had treated him like a dangerous stranger, not like a father... and then I realized what else that meant.

“You killed his mother,” I gasped, taking a few steps back.

He said nothing, staring into the distance. “A man does stupid things when he’s young.”

Was he trying to say that Miles had been created accidentally? Or was he trying to justify killing an innocent woman?

He stepped closer, and I stepped further back, pointing the blades at him, even though it probably wouldn’t do any good.

Fuck man,what was I doing here? Why hadn’t Miles stayed?

“Larissa, calm down. That was ages ago.”

“YoukilledMiles’s mother,” I repeated haltingly, filled with shock.

He looked me in the eye, his gaze distorted with pain.

“I never intended to kill your mother.”

That was the moment I dropped the blades.

Chapter 12

Emely

Wild Child

The Black Keys