Chapter 6: His House

The message glows on the screen between us.

Tell Ava to leave Damien.

"They're watching her," I say.

"They're watching you," Damien says. "Both of you."

Claire pulls the phone against her chest.

"I'm not going back to my apartment tonight."

"No," I say.

"Then the townhouse," Damien says. "Tonight only. The guard stays outside."

I look at my sister's lip.

"One night."

His house is on East Seventy-Fourth, a limestone front with black shutters and a brass lamp by the door.

The car stops at the curb.

Claire stares up at it.

"It looks like a bank."

"It looks like a bank that doesn't like visitors," I say.

Damien almost smiles. Almost.

Then the sidewalk fills.

Cameras. Six, eight, a dozen.

Reporters spill out from between parked cars like they've been waiting in the bushes.

Gareth steps out in front of them on the stoop.

He's standing on Damien's top step, camel coat over his arm, as if he's the one who lives here.

"Mrs. Kastar!" he calls. "Welcome home."

Damien gets out first.

"Get off my property."

"It's a public stoop, Damien. I'm paying a courtesy call."

He turns to the cameras.

"Ladies and gentlemen, two women have come to live in a billionaire's house. Sisters. Four hundred and eighty thousand dollars in debt."

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