"Sister-in-law...?"
Everly's brain, which had been doing gleeful backflips at the sheer gossip potential of this new development, suddenly screeched to a halt. The gears ground, the smoke cleared, and a single, horrifying piece of information clicked into place:
Nolan and Ivy had the same surname.
Her head snapped from Nolan's confused face to Cassian's impassive one, then over to Jacob, who looked like he was constantly sucking on a lemon.
Damn it. Their social circle wasn't just a circle; it was a tangled, inbred pretzel of power and influence. All three of them hailed from the most influential families in the country.
Couldn't they just, for once, hang out with a humble baker or a struggling artist? Was it a legal requirement for their friend group to have a combined net worth larger than a small nation?
