DUNCAN
My phone rang, waking me from sleep, just like last night, when I had just gotten into bed.
Yawning, my hand found the phone on the nightstand, and with morning-squinted eyes, I read Dad's name on the screen.
I adjusted, leaning against the headboard in my pajamas before I accepted the call.
"You've spent the night at the penthouse?"
"Yes, Father." He had ordered us, I remembered that.
"Good! I'm heading to the office. Get yourself and your brother here," he ordered again.
Sighing, I scratched my nose, "You came back?"
"For this morning. Better be fast," he said and ended the call.
I assured him I had this. He didn't need to come here. He'd scolded us to his liking. He'd had Jacob tortured to his liking. What else did this meeting have to do with?
Reluctantly, I got into t
