"You don’t mind if I stay, right Kalet?" I ask the blonde, who’s still standing stiffly, glaring at the other man. There’s a tension between them, like a silent standoff, and I get the feeling they don’t exactly get along.

"It’s fine. I’ll let Nathan know. You better treat her well, Legrand," he warns, his voice suddenly sharp—colder than I’ve ever heard it.

“Legrand? Is he Scarlett’s cousin?” I ask, feeling a bit relieved knowing there’s some family connection.

“I’m ...