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"That’s a castle," Kingsley said "You grew up in a castle"

"It’s a house"

"It’s a big fucking house" Grand, breathtaking,Not unlike Søren

"I hate it"

Kingsley sighed Søren had told him about life in that house

"I don’t bla stretch of driveway Kingsley sensed Søren tensing as they neared the house

"What can I do?" Kingsley asked "To help you, I mean"

"Stay in the car If I need you to vouch for my identity, I’ll come for you"

The car stopped in the bottoot out and opened the door for Søren A blast of frigid air slapped Kingsley in the face It would snow soon Kingsley hoped it would snow Then he and Søren would have to get a hotel roosley said, and Søren turned around "Can I meet your sister?"

"Claire’s not even three years old If you want to flirt withto flirt," Kingsley said, stung that Søren apparently thought sex was his only interest in life It was his biggest interest, of course, but not his only one "I like kids"

Søren narrowed his eyes at him and pointed at the seat of the car

"Wait," Søren said, as if Kingsley hiot back in the car Kingsley got out and stood in the frigid late-autus as he walked to the house His head was high and his eyes stony, but for all that, he looked like a conde the doorbell and the door opened A woman stood on the threshold Søren’s father would be in his fifties by now, but this wo and beautiful, dark-haired and shapely What did they call these wo wo a much older man for his money Would she even care that her husband had raped his other daughter? Or would she consider that a risk worth taking for the chance to live in such opulence?