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Chapter 63: Fatherly Threats

Logan

My father didn’t announce his visit.

The door to my study opened without a knock, and there he was: coat still on, silver-capped cane tapping against the hardwood heralding his arrival.

A butler trailed behind him, carrying a bottle of whiskey I didn’t ask for.

“Sit,” he said, already doing s...