Belonging to Lockhart
A true titan, feared and revered.
His mother, on the other hand, had always been a mystery. I hadn’t even known her name until I signed the contract with Theron and did a bit of digging into the Lockhart family. Eventually, I stumbled across a few old magazine spreads elegant galas, velvet gowns, diamond smiles. Twila Lockhart, standing poised beside her husband, looked like she belonged in a timeless painting. She was the kind of woman who wore secrets like perfume ageless, refined, and always hiding a hint of something behind that delicate, unreadable smile.
“Is Jareth Lockhart as terrifying as people say?” I asked.
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