I was the long-lost heiress. I was also a sugar baby. The moment I was welcomed back into my wealthy family, I dumped both my sugar daddies. Then I walked into my new home, and guess who was there? Both of them. One was my fiancé. The other, my brother. Oh, crap. This wasn't a homecoming. It was a trap. 1 "We're through." "That turquoise necklace I wanted? You won the bid and didn't even give it to me. I'm bored." "Honestly, you're nothing compared to my ex. He was way more generous." The chat window showed "Elvis - 6'2", Grumpy, Good in Bed" was typing. Out of professional courtesy, I waited a moment. All he sent back was a single question mark. I scoffed. Still playing the cool, aloof type with me? Well, I'm done playing. Block. Delete. I picked up my other phone. I opened the chat with "Super Generous Ex (But Almost Engaged)." [I'm sorry. I'm not good enough for you. Fate just wasn't on our side.] He replied instantly: [Run out of money? How much?] [No. Without love, what's the point of money? My dear, by the time you read this, I'll be on a flight to Milan.] [...Why Milan?] Seriously? Does he not see the point? Block. Block. I had achieved a new personal best: dumping two sugar daddies in under an hour. Because this little bird wasn't just hopping onto a branch—I was becoming a phoenix. 2 As fate would have it, I really was the long-lost daughter of a billionaire family. My beauty, my grace, my impeccable character and soul—they all finally found their home in this sprawling, multi-million-dollar mansion. Tonight, at a lavish gala, my biological parents, whom I hadn't seen in years, were set to officially announce me as Lana Astor, the true heiress of the Astor family. Under the blinding-white spotlights, I gathered the hem of my gown and ascended the stage, a perfectly practiced smile on my lips. My father announced that I, Lana Astor, was the real heiress. The woman who had taken my place, Jenna Astor, would now be known as the second daughter. Jenna and I shared a stage-managed hug. As she drew close, she whispered in my ear, her voice a venomous hiss, "Don't even think about trying to take what's mine, sister..." Her words, however, echoed through the entire ballroom. All eyes snapped to the two of us on stage. I let out a soft gasp and covered my mouth with one hand. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry. I forgot to take off my mic." I reached behind my neck, unclipped the microphone, and casually tossed it aside, my smile never wavering as I looked at her. "Now, where were we? You were saying something about stealing?" Jenna’s face went pale. She turned away, refusing to say another word. My mother stepped in to smooth things over. "Lana, dear, don't mind Jenna. She's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but her heart's in the right place." They'd raised Jenna for twenty years. Of course, they'd favor her. But just like that, the battle lines between Jenna and me were drawn. I was wearing a mermaid gown, and as I started down the stairs, I found I couldn't move. I glanced back to see my train pinned under someone’s heel. Jenna smirked at me before lifting her foot. I stumbled forward, my body lurching towards the edge of the stage. Instinctively, I threw my hands up to shield my face. A public fall I could handle, but whatever happened, my gorgeous, irresistible face had to be protected. I could always pick myself up and still be beautiful. But the sharp pain I expected never came. Instead, I fell into a hard, solid chest. A hush fell over the crowd. A strong hand was steadying my waist. Jenna came clattering down the steps, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Elvis! You're back!" Jenna's brother? Holy hell, that meant he was my brother. Well, a little hug couldn't hurt, right? I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up with my most practiced, doe-eyed expression. "Brother, I'm your long-lost little sister." And then I saw his face. Oh. My. God. My pupils dilated in shock. It was him. My "6'2", Grumpy, Good in Bed" sugar daddy. The man's eyes were cold as ice. A slow, lazy smirk spread across his lips as he held up his empty hands. "Are you done hugging me? Don't you think you should let go now, my dear... sister?" This "sister," he practically spat out the word, grinding it between his teeth. 3 It had been less than half an hour since I'd broken up with Elvis Vance. I had a sinking feeling he hadn't quite moved on from our failed... relationship. I was so dead. The first thing that tumbled out of my mouth was, "What kind of 'brother' are you, anyway?" Elvis's lips formed a thin, hard line. He coldly peeled my arms off him. His lips seemed to form the words: The ex kind of brother. My mother came over and made the formal introductions. Elvis was the son of my parents' best friends. His parents had died in a car crash, and he'd been raised by the Astors ever since. The only difference between him and an adopted son was that he came with his own massive inheritance and had moved out on his own the moment he turned eighteen. Elvis and I shook hands politely. Jenna stood nearby, glaring at me, her eyes screaming: Don't you dare seduce him! If only she knew that her precious brother and I had done more than just kiss. We’d practically worn out several sets of bedsheets… I was the first to pull my hand back, my fingertips brushing against his palm. I made a soft "tsk" sound and brought my hand to my forehead, casually sweeping my bangs aside. Elvis curled his hand into a fist, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He presented me with an exquisite velvet box. "A welcome gift for my new sister." Inside, nestled on the dark, plush fabric, lay the antique turquoise necklace. Jenna immediately whined that she wanted one too. Elvis's reply was dripping with polite venom. "The day you find your real parents, I'll get you one too." That sent Jenna into a foot-stomping tantrum, her heels digging into the floor until she had to lean against a wall, hopping on one foot and whining in pain. Later, in a private lounge with the curtains drawn, I stood before a full-length mirror, about to put on the necklace. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on mine as I reached behind my neck. Elvis's infuriatingly handsome face appeared in the mirror behind me. He leaned in, fastening the clasp for me. His cool fingertips brushed against the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I flinched forward, trying to create some space, but he just tightened his grip, turning the necklace into an elegant instrument of torture. This time, I didn't dare move. "This is a three-million-dollar necklace. If you like to play rough, we can use a tie next time." The man in the mirror finally met my gaze, a cool, detached smile playing on his lips. "Why are you so good at listening, yet so bad at it? I was planning a surprise for you, and you decide to break up with me?" The clasp had been fastened for a while now, but his hands remained on my shoulders. His eyes roamed over my reflection in the mirror, bold and intimate. "And what the hell was that breakup reason about?" I was genuinely confused. "It was what it was, wasn't it?" He tossed my phone to me. "You were mad I didn't give you the necklace." "Besides that line?" "I also said you weren't as gener... uh, generous as my ex. Left out the 'ous'." 4 Whoops. Awkward. No wonder he sent me a question mark. It was my fault. I was a newly rich person, and my hands were literally shaking with excitement as I typed. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and turned to face him, radiating an aura of pure confidence. "So, what are you going to do about it? Let me tell you something, Elvis! I can get on my knees and apologize." My philosophy was simple: be tough with the weak and weak with the tough. Adaptability is the key to success. Elvis raised an eyebrow, his tone icy. "I have no interest in you apologizing on your knees. I want you..." His Adam's apple bobbed as a thought crossed his mind. "I want you to continue our arrangement." Honestly, I wasn't interested. I was Lana Astor now. My future business interests were focused on the younger-man market. My brother was hot, but I'd had my fill. I was ready for an upgrade—or rather, a downgrade in age. I tried to provoke him. "You don't have some kind of kink, do you? Getting off on secrets and sneaking around?" Elvis's gaze dropped. He gripped my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look back at the mirror. A woman, trapped in a man's embrace. He lowered his head slowly, as if he were about to bite me, but stopped just beside my ear. "If you want to go public, I'll be happy to tell your parents everything. We could be married in six months." What self-respecting woman gets married the second she comes into money? I still had a whole life as a rich socialite to catch up on. "No need for that, brother. I happen to love a secret, sordid affair." Elvis chuckled softly by my ear, his lips unintentionally brushing against my cheek. The brief contact made me want to kiss him, but I held back. A woman can't be distracted by the man right in front of her; she has to think about all the future men, too. 5 I emerged from the lounge after touching up my makeup and ran right into a wandering Jenna. "Why is your neck so red?" Elvis leaned against the doorframe, wiping his lips with his thumb, a smug grin on his face. "I did that." This guy was unbelievable. He'd pinned me against the wall and kissed me until I was breathless before finally letting go. Then he’d grinned victoriously and whispered, "If you want to kiss me, don't hold back." I'd wanted to punch him. Jenna glanced from me to him, and a look of dawning comprehension spread across her face. "Lana, my brother has spoiled me rotten since we were kids. Look at how he beat you up! Hahaha." I shot her a disgusted look. Was she acting, or was she really this stupid? My mother beckoned me over to meet my fiancé. "What the hell? I have a fiancé?" "Don't get your hopes up. He's here to break off the engagement. He wasn't even interested in me, so what makes you think he'd want you?" Jenna sneered, swirling her glass of red wine. Before my mom pulled me away, she shot back at Jenna, "It'd take a miracle for anyone to be interested in you." Jenna stomped her foot in fury. On the second floor of the ballroom. "Mr. Astor, the engagement between me and your daughter... it's really not a good fit. In fact, I'm preparing to immigrate to Milan." I was holding my mom's arm, walking toward the group. The moment I heard that, I turned to leave. My mom, completely bewildered, spun me around and pushed me right into the circle of people. "Caleb, this is my Lana. Why don't you two get acquainted?" A tall, long-legged man in a silk shirt turned around, his eyes meeting mine. I managed a resigned, "Hi." Caleb squinted slightly, raising his wine glass for a small sip. My dad was still asking him, "You're going to Milan?" Caleb's eyes never left mine. "No, you must have misheard. I said I was taking a trip to Ohio." He snapped his fingers. He plucked a glass of red wine from a passing waiter's tray and handed it to me. "Miss Astor, I thought you were already on a flight to Milan. Did you make an emergency landing in the middle of Ohio?" 6 I took the glass, clinked it against his, and lowered my glass slightly as a sign of respect. "Mr. Scott, you misheard. I'm going to Ohio, too." Caleb watched me with a smile. "What a coincidence. How does that song go? 'It's a small world after all'..." I forced a painfully awkward smile. Don't let Caleb's snarky attitude fool you; he was my first love. We were together for over six months before I found out he had a fiancée. The moment I learned, I broke up with him. But Caleb was the quintessential "one that got away." No question. Even after we broke up, whenever I was broke, he’d wire me money, no questions asked. So, I never deleted him. Until today. I deleted his contact this morning, and this afternoon, he's my fiancé. The universe really had it out for me. Frustrated, I downed the entire glass of wine. Just then, Elvis, dressed impeccably in a suit, walked over. "So, you're not interested in my sister. I guess that means the engagement is off?" he said, casually clinking glasses with Caleb. The "sister" he mentioned was probably Jenna. Caleb tapped the rim of his glass with a fingertip, then shot me a flirtatious wink. "On the contrary. I'm very interested in her. The engagement can stay." Elvis followed his gaze, and when he saw Caleb was looking at me, his face went blank. He turned back to Caleb. "Which one of my sisters are you trying to hit on?" Caleb, completely oblivious, jutted his chin in my direction, his grin widening. "Elvis, you don't know? She's..." A piercing alarm blared in my head. Code red! He was going to out me. Elvis didn't know I had two phones. "Ahem, cough, cough!" I grabbed Elvis's arm and bent over, letting out a series of wracking coughs, my face turning beet red. Elvis smoothly took my empty glass and handed me his pocket square. "Caleb, you were saying." Caleb continued, "She's..." I coughed even louder. "Cough, cough, cough, cough!" I pressed the handkerchief to my mouth, coughing so hard I thought I'd hack up a lung. When I finally stopped, I realized they had both fallen silent. Caleb and Elvis were just staring at me. "Maybe I should go to the hospital? Could one of you give me a ride?" I said, desperate to separate them. Elvis, whose arm I was still clinging to, looked down at me. Caleb crossed his arms, studying me from every angle before suddenly speaking. "She's my ex-girlfriend." "Cough, cough, cough—" He said it so fast, my coughing was useless. Caleb tilted his chin up. "Tsk. You still think you need a hospital?" I patted my chest lightly. "Finally coughed that phlegm up." Elvis coldly yanked his arm away. He grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me from my hunched-over position until I was standing straight. He stared at me, his eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerously low temperature. "So, he's the one you said was more gener..." 7 "...ous. The more generous ex-boyfriend," I finished quickly. I swore to myself that from now on, I would proofread every text three times before sending it. Caleb sized up Elvis, frowning thoughtfully. "More 'generous' than you?" "I doubt it." As Elvis said this, his gaze flickered downward—sweeping over Caleb's lower body. I coughed twice, discreetly elbowing him in the side. Who checks out another guy like that? Caleb had already turned away, the back of his shirt hanging loose. He rested one hand on his hip and casually selected a new drink with the other. "I didn't realize the new Miss Astor was already telling her family all about me, on her first day back." He turned and handed me a glass of water. "So, how about it? Is fate on our side now?" He tapped his glass against mine. "What do you say we give this 'second chance' thing a shot?" I clutched the water, taking an unnatural sip. Mainly because a certain gaze from my side felt like it was about to burn a hole through me. Elvis stepped in front of me, addressing Caleb. "I don't think that's necessary. She only said you were generous with your money." "Well, it's one of my better qualities," Caleb said, swirling his wine glass, clearly pleased with himself. Elvis looked up, his expression cold. "Caleb, you two broke up. Doesn't that mean you weren't compatible?" "We weren't compatible then. We are now." Just as Elvis was about to say something else, Caleb let out a short laugh and clinked their glasses together. "Bro, stay out of our business. Just get ready for the wedding. I have a feeling I can win your sister back." This time I was actually drinking water and choked violently. Elvis was speechless. He stood there, frozen, his knuckles white around his wine glass. Caleb brushed past me, giving me a soft, smiling wink. "I was your first love, wasn't I?" I wished he would just shut up. Elvis looked like he was about to shatter his glass. My mind was a mess. I felt like I was moving in slow motion as I took a few steps back. "Oh, did someone call my name? I should go." The party was, all things considered, a success. My return as the Astor heiress was a grand affair, and even my fiancé seemed pleased with me. This, of course, made Jenna stomp her feet in frustration yet again. It wasn't until Elvis dragged me into a room, his face a thunderous mask, that she finally cheered up. "Hmph, that's what you get for bullying me. My brother won't let you get away with it." One day, when I finally sort out my man-problems, I'm definitely taking Jenna to see a specialist. Elvis loosened his tie and sank onto the sofa, spreading his long legs. He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me, Lana. Do you think he can win you back?" He took my hand, idly playing with my fingers. "Your first love, huh... Was it fun?" I tried to focus on his words, but sitting on his lap was unstable. I had to secretly press my toes to the floor for balance. "I'm talking to you." The toe of his leather shoe flicked my high heel off. I lost my balance. "Ah! What?" I gasped, instinctively throwing my arms around his neck to keep from falling. A hand tightened firmly around my waist. "I asked you, was Caleb fun?" 8 How was I supposed to answer that? Was Caleb fun? Caleb was your typical rich kid, already a big name on campus when we were in college. Any party he showed up to, even just for a minute, he’d pay the whole tab. He seemed like a social butterfly, but he had this deep-seated weariness about him. He loved to catch up on sleep in the middle of a loud party, his eyes closed, one arm resting behind me, his hand lightly on my waist. "Are you seriously reminiscing right now?" Elvis's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. "He wasn't fun. Pretty boring, actually," I said, my tone utterly sincere. In our relationship, Caleb had always been too detached, maintaining a sense of distance. Even when I confronted him at the end, he didn't say much, just wrote me a check. Holding that seven-figure check, it finally hit me like a ton of bricks. I had dated a ridiculously wealthy guy, and it had never been a real relationship. He had never introduced me to his real circle of friends—the kind of parties where he couldn't just tune out and take a nap. It was after that, when I met Elvis, that I fully embraced the sugar baby lifestyle. Elvis's expression softened slightly. "Caleb is a complicated guy. You should break off that engagement with him, and soon." "Huh?" I asked, confused. Elvis reached down, lifting my calf and resting it across his lap. "I had just gotten back to the States when I heard rumors that Caleb was keeping a woman. Kept her very well hidden. They eventually broke it off completely, but he still sends her money from time to time. Isn't that strange?" I fell silent. Was he talking about me? Oh god, he was talking about me. I looked down, fiddling with my fingers. "Is it strange? Maybe he was just deeply in love." Elvis chuckled, tapping my forehead gently. "Love? Are you a kid? Ten to one, there's a secret love child involved." I met his gaze, touching my forehead and forcing a laugh. Please, God, don't let him find out that woman was me. My stare seemed to intensify his. The light from the floor lamp cast his profile in sharp relief. He looked down at me, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed. "You need to turn him down. Quickly. Even if it's just an engagement in name, I don't feel like cuckolding him... for now." His choice of words was deliberate. For now. Not that he couldn't, but that he didn't want to, and only for now. The message was clear: Hurry up, because my patience is wearing thin. I immediately sat up straight. "I understand. I'll do it as soon as possible." Like hell I will. I was going to drag this out, let both relationships wither on the vine until I was finally free. Elvis's hand rested on my back as he studied my expression. He suddenly dropped a cryptic question. "Seriously, about that text... between me and him, who do you think is more..." My mind went completely blank. 9 Near the summit of Ember Peak was a cluster of white villas. To the unknowing eye, it looked like a neighborhood of luxury homes. In reality, it was an exclusive, top-tier private club. This was where Caleb and I were having our date. He was dressed in all white today. A white V-neck shirt, a loose white blazer, and perfectly draped trousers. Walking amidst the lush green mountain scenery, he looked like a groom from a wedding photoshoot. I had to admit, Caleb's looks were undeniable. We sat in a glass house on the edge of a cliff, the mountain breeze rustling through. The wind tousled Caleb's hair. "You were coughing up a storm yesterday," he said, lazily scrolling through his phone. "What's the big deal? Is having dated me so shameful?" I was taking pictures of the mountain view. "Who are you afraid will find out? Elvis?" Caleb propped his elbow on the table. "I can't shake the feeling that you two are... close." I pressed the shutter button just then. My hand trembled, and the photo came out blurry. "I don't think so. I was just found, you know? Elvis's just overprotective of his sisters. He treats Jenna the same way." My phone screen was still open to my chat with Elvis. I had sent the blurry photo to him. Elvis was strict; I had to report my whereabouts whenever I went out. His reply was simple: [Beautiful. In a meeting.] The picture was a mess, and he still called it beautiful. So fake. Thinking of Elvis brought back his weird question from last night... I leaned down, pretending to sip my drink through a glass straw, my eyes involuntarily drifting to Caleb's face. I think... I couldn't remember his size. I really couldn't compare. Caleb put his phone down and looked up at me. "What's on your mind, Miss Astor?" Busted for having dirty thoughts. I was mid-sip and choked again, doubling over in a coughing fit. Dammit, I was going to cough myself to death one of these days. A hand reached out with a napkin, gently bringing it to my lips. My ex was surprisingly gentle. "Are you going to wipe it yourself, or do you want me to help?" Maybe my brain was fuzzy, but that sounded strangely suggestive. I pressed the napkin to my mouth, glancing at him guiltily. Caleb was propping his head on his hand, a roguish smile playing on his lips, one eyebrow raised. "You were the one checking me out." "..." His comment only made me cough more violently. 10 A date with Caleb was a truly five-star experience. A gleaming, special-edition grand piano was carefully moved onto the lawn. The atmosphere was set. Caleb sat at the piano, his expression serious, his fingers dancing over the keys, the tempo shifting from slow and gentle to rapid and intense. He was playing Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-sharp minor. "So, what did you think of my playing?" we strolled side-by-side later, our conversation casual. "It was great. Even someone who knows nothing about pianos could tell you were showing off your wealth and your skills." Caleb shook his head with a soft laugh. "I tailor my dates to my companion's tastes." "Well, you're out of luck. My taste is incredibly basic. I only appreciate luxury goods." I laughed, looking up at him. "And checks. Things like that." "Ah, I see. My ex-girlfriend holds a grudge." Caleb was walking a few steps ahead of me, not looking back. I shrugged. "Just saying. Was I even your girlfriend?" The wind swept across the vast lawn, rustling the ribbons tied to the canopy above. We kept walking, the space around us growing more and more open. We arrived at a shooting range. "There aren't many outdoor ranges like this around here. This one's legit, with a pretty open view," Caleb said, selecting a firearm. He turned back to me after a moment, a smile playing on his lips as he continued our previous conversation. "Perfect for you to vent some of that frustration at your ex-boyfriend." Uh, well, I did want to try. I picked a long one that looked cool. Caleb stood behind me, helping me get my stance right. "Brace it against your shoulder. Keep a firm grip." He told me not to get distracted, to aim carefully. I looked straight at him. "Hey, do you know how to take pictures?" Caleb was speechless. "???" I pulled out my phone, set the filter, and after a moment's thought, took off my jacket. Underneath, I was wearing a silk camisole with a completely open back, held together by a silk tie. "This will look better in the photos." Caleb gave me a withering look. "This is just about getting a good shot of your body, isn't it?" I nodded. "Yep." We took a few posed shots before we started for real. BANG! BANG! The recoil was stronger than I expected. Every time I pulled the trigger, my shoulder slammed back into Caleb's chest. After about a dozen shots, Caleb cleared his throat and started placing a hand on my back, as if bracing for the impact. But his touch was light, and I still ended up staggering back into his arms. He instinctively wrapped an arm around my waist, his head dipping low as he let out a sharp, ragged breath. We both froze. Awkward. I stared straight ahead, pretending to be calm. "Are you going to let go now?" But I could feel his solid presence behind me, and my earlobes instantly burned hot. "Just a second." His voice was low and hoarse, his face buried in my hair. "Just wait a second, it'll... go down on its own." So we waited. In a bizarrely silent standoff. With nothing else to do, I glanced down. Before I could get a clear look, a large hand covered my eyes. "Have some respect, will you?" I was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "I don't know, this feels pretty respectful to me. Caleb, note to self: maybe don't wear white pants on a date." "..." The silence was shattered by the rapid-fire sound of a camera shutter. Jenna. She was standing not far away, sunglasses perched on her nose, her phone in hand, finger tapping furiously. "Hmph, Lana. I caught you seducing my fiancé. I'm sending these pictures to my brother!" It took me a second to process. Her brother? Elvis. I was going to die. Caleb let go of me, his voice calm. "Miss Astor, our engagement was never official." But Jenna, with her selective hearing, wasn't listening. She put her sunglasses back on, looking smug. "My brother replied! He said he's on his way." My phone buzzed. It was Elvis. He had forwarded the photos to me. [On a date???] 11 I typed a reply in the chat box. [You're in a meeting, I'm on a date. Aren't we a perfect match?] I deleted it. Elvis was a workaholic CEO. It was probably best for me, with all my free time, not to provoke him while he was on the clock. Caleb draped his jacket over my shoulders. "It's fine. That's just how Jenna is. There's nothing going on between us." "Yeah, I believe you." Because the problem was me. I couldn't focus on anything else. Elvis was on his way. Caleb's date wasn't over yet. He took me to the stables to go riding. I was helped onto a gentle, small horse, and we ambled slowly around the paddock. Caleb stood outside the fence, dutifully taking pictures for me. As luck would have it, I ran into Jenna again. She was on a large, chestnut horse, riding with confidence and skill, cantering quickly around the ring. Jenna had been taking riding lessons since she was six and had even competed in Australia. I gripped the reins, staying put, watching her. A wave of melancholy washed over me. I gestured to the instructor, ready to dismount. Just then, Jenna rode past. My little horse, perhaps spooked, suddenly reared up. I was thrown off, tumbling to the ground. Caleb rushed over in a panic. Jenna came over too, her voice a low whisper. "Are you okay?" The fall wasn't too bad, just a sprained ankle. "I can't walk," I said from the ground, my voice laced with helplessness. Caleb swept me up into his arms. The mountain air was growing cool as evening approached. The parking lot was a good thirty-minute walk away. The path downhill was even trickier. "Caleb, can you really carry me all the way?" I felt the vibration in his chest as he chuckled. "Even if I can't, I'm not just going to leave you here." I tilted my head back to look at him. "You haven't left me before?" He stopped walking, looked down at me, and after a long moment, said, "You're right, I can't carry you anymore." And he set me down on the side of the road. "Caleb, be a decent human being." He looked down at me, his voice light. "My arms are tired." I stared at him for a second, then looked away. "Go away. Just go." He slowly crouched down. "How about a piggyback ride?" The mountain road twisted and turned, lined with a string of lights. Our shadow stretched and shrank under the lamps. I had my arms around Caleb's neck, my feet swinging freely. "You have a lot of talents, don't you? I never knew." He grunted in affirmation. "Plenty. For keeping a fiancée happy." We fell silent again. Until Caleb stopped walking. The night was darkest at the halfway point of the mountain. Leaning on his shoulder, I looked ahead. A tall man in a suit leaned against a Maybach, the headlights and taillights suddenly flaring to life, cutting through the darkness. Elvis walked out of the light. He held his hands out to Caleb. "Are you done carrying her? Give her to me." Caleb looked stunned, glancing back at me. "What's his problem?" Elvis's sharp gaze was fixed on me. "Why don't you tell him what my problem is?"
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