Chapter 5 - 9
Landen POV
I fumble out of the car, buckling my belt. Abbey or Sarah, or whatever the fuck her name is, scrambles out behind me, wiping her wet mouth.
"Landen," a small, chirpy voice calls out.
Lucy. The only woman’s name I won’t forget.
I look back at the driver with a crooked grin. "I suggest you wait here... one of us will be sent back."
He nods sharply.
I beckon the girl to follow with a flutter of my fingers. And we walk haphazardly to the mountainous staircase.
"You’re back, Mr Vacheron." Her eyes stray to the girl, her wholesome smile wavering. "And you brought a friend... to a family lunch?"
The thought corrodes my calm. "The only family there is my brother and my manipulating, conniving father."
I take a few steps up only to stumble, and Lucy is quick to stabilize me.
"Landen, have you been drinking?"
I drape my arm around her shoulders, lifting myself up, somewhat, straight. "Nooo."