rs were long, the nails manicured. "Cason Vinc

e resemblance was terrifying. The curve of the ear. The sh

h men who use women as p

smoothly, unfazed. He t

replaced by an intensity that bordered on obsession. He looked

Cason said softly.

e a physical blow to the gut.

she told him she'd had a minor car accident, the one that had s

nch. "New York is home now, Mr. Vincent

aned in, just an inch too close. "Is it? Some pasts are

act. He was taller than Cason by maybe half an inc

enough to look haughty again. "Just expanding my portf

ana corrected sharply, cli

s wrist. He was

a vintage pocket watch converte

t identical to the ornate piece his grandfather, Silas Emerson

dread as she watched the color drain from Kamden's face. She didn't know the watch, but she

g his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She h

air like smoke. I was the

eck stood out. He wanted to hit him. He wanted to rearra

onderful! Introductions made. Now, if you'll exc

gly. "We'll catch

r like a sibling. He

led Morgana awa

Helena. His eyes were searching, desperate. "L

ed it, her fingers cold against his neck. She couldn't

, Kam," she said vaguely. "He's ju

ded," Kamd