I glance across to find Preston Scardoni with a scowl stretched across his face, his eyes narrowed on me in distaste. “Take her to the cells,” comes a voice to my left. “I agree,” Carver says, raising his chin. You all saw how she targeted my poor husband. This was just some ridiculous stunt after her humiliation during this morning’s meeting. He was an upstanding member of our organization and as loyal as every other head of Dynasty. “I’ve seen my father once in the last six months.”
“This has nothing to do with me,” Carver growls, his anger at being questioned by his best friend as thick as the blood staining the dance floor. “What is she talking about?” Grayson demands, his tone lowering in suspicion. “You knew exactly what his plans were for Dynasty, just as I assume your son did too.”Ĭarver’s stare hardens as Cruz, King, and Grayson look at him in confusion. “Oh, but you do,” I tell her, drawing her attention back to me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she snaps, her eyes briefly flashing toward Tobias King.
Which is it? Because judging by the little show that you’ve been putting on for the guests tonight, I’m going to go ahead and assume that you’re a smart woman.” So, you either knew exactly what was going on and are an accessory to his crimes, or you’re just plain stupid. “You were by his side every day for twenty-five years. I scoff at her little show, ignoring the way Carver seems to loom over me. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died
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