AT DINNER, Lucian mentioned the Grand Prix as C.I.'s new client. Latton smiles then says, “I remember meeting the owner of the Grand Prix. He's old with a beard. He looks like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.”
He laughs at her remarks, then responds. “You meant Benjamin Malt?” She nods. “He’s no longer the owner of the Grand Prix.”
“Oh! Who’s the owner now?”
“Thalia Smith.”
Latton chokes on her food upon hearing the name, then coughs vigorously. Lucian immediately handed her a glass of water and then patted her back, “Are you okay?”
She nods. Her eyes reddened. Her mood immediately changes and her face contorts. She smiles bitterly as memories of Lucius asking her to help Chloe enter her mind. “That’s why he asks for help. Let me guess I can’t return to California if I try to book a fl
