Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Chapter 751 Judy's POV The chatter from the dining hall faded the further we walked. Leaving Gavin behind was difficult, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what secrets his manor held. This whole place was like an urban legend to most, so being here piqued my interest more than anything. Esme, the grandmother, had recently come to me in my dreams. She kept staring at me throughout the dinner, and she spoke no words. Apparently, she hadn't spoken in years, and yet she spoke to me in my sleep.

I knew without a doubt that it wasn't just a dream, but I wasn't entirely sure how to explain this to Gavin. I knew whatever was happening, whatever it meant, I would find the answers somewhere in this manor. "You carry yourself well, my dear," Selen's voice, low and smooth, brought me out of my head and into the present moment. "Mot would tremble under so many eyes. But not you." I forced a smile. "I've faced worse." Her lips curved. ---- She was very beautiful, more so than her pictures. It was almost intimidating to look at her. I felt like I should bow or curtsy in her presence.

I dismissed the thought because it's not like she was royalty or anything. Even if that were the case, Gavin held more power than the Blackwell family, despite the literal power in the Blackwell blood. Her expression grew thoughtful for a moment. "You seem almost familiar," she suddenly said, "Like a name I should remember, but it's just beyond reach." Something in me stirred-not my wolf, not the mate bond, but something older, stranger. It was the same pull I had felt when Esme''s pale eyes refused to leave me.

around my ribs, binding me closer to this family... to this manor. "Pethaps we met in another life," I tried to joke, though the words fell flat on my lips. Selene's fingers grazed my arm, deliberately. "Perhaps," she murmured, her smile never fading, but her eyes glowed with something sharper than fondness. "Blood remembers, even when the mind does not." held her gaze for what felt like an eternity; a familiarity

appeared around the corner, wheeling Esme. "Am I missing a girl chat?" Lila asked, a glimmer of something in her eyes. "I must say, Judy, you are much prettier in person." She was pretending she didn't know me; she

dark blue eyes. Of course, I knew how genetics worked, but something about it all seemed off. 1 It wasn't just their looks; it was also their scent. My wolf felt uneasy, and I couldn't blame her. I stared down at Esme, her eyes never wavering, It was as if she

made no sound. Yet, in that silence of that corridor, her presence read. ---- Blood calls to blood. The words weren't spoken, but I felt them. Inside me. Around me. Lila leaned casually