Third Person's POV
The word "cousin" made the lazy smile on Caldwell's face falter slightly.
The title seemed to immediately put him at a disadvantage in their unspoken hierarchy.
He narrowed his eyes at Mortimer. A second later, he grabbed the door handle, climbed into the passenger seat, and shut the door.
The Bentley pulled up outside a quiet cafe. It was still early, and the place was mostly empty.
When two exceptionally tall, striking men stepped out of a luxury vehicle, they naturally drew the glances of the few pedestrians nearby.
But one look at the hostile, lethal tension radiating from both men made the onlookers quickly avert their eyes and hurry past.
Once seated, Mortimer didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Grandpa told me about you. Your mother is Abigail. When she van
