Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 746

“We get out.”

I nodded. I was about to push the door open, but Gavin reached for my arm, grabbing it gently.

“You do not leave my side, understood?”

The seriousness in his expression caused my heart to skip a beat, and I nodded.

“Understood,” I repeated softly.

His expression softened, and then he got out of the car, running around to the other side to open the door for me as well. He helped me out of the car, placing his hand on the small of my back, and I shivered.

I stared up at the dark and brooding manor; it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. They weren’t kidding when they said this place was the shadow region; everywhere I looked was shadows, and there was almost like a dark fog that rose from the grounds.

Two footmen in charcoal livery swung the doors inward before we reached them. The entry hall swallowed us whole—black and white marble underfoot, a chandelier of iron thorns overhead, portraits hanging on the walls like a jury. The air smelled faintly of candle soot and a sweeter, stranger note of herb smoke.

“Chairmen Landry,” The butler’s voice was a blade wrapped in velvet as he greeted Gavin. His sharp eyes turned to me. “Miss.”

“Luna,” Gavin corrected.

Buter’s brows raised as he took me in, scanning me head to toe.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware. There’s been no mention of you taking a Luna.”

“I am not a Luna yet,” I blurted, giving Gavin a look.

Gavin frowned at me.

“You are my mate. Regardless of whether we have done the ceremony yet, you are my Luna.”

My cheeks flushed at his words; the thought of being a Luna had weighed heavily on my mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

“Come this way,” the butler said, clearing his throat.

The butler was a tall, lanky man with hair so dark that it was like charcoal. He walked in long strides, his head held high, and his hands clasped together behind his back.

Pictures of the Blackwell family lined the walls, my eyes finding Zachary Blackwell and his wife, Selene. She was gorgeous in the photo with her midnight, silky hair, threaded with a single silver clasp that glinted like a star. Her eyes, a piercing gray with shards of silver, remained sharp as though she was staring at me, even though it was only a photo.

Their sons, Emmet and Noah Blackwell, Noah being the eldest, stood beside the two. Emmet with his smiling face and dimpled cheeks, and Noah with a stern expression as though he had never smiled a day in his life. It's a perfect mix of the two. They were much younger than their current age, so I knew this portrait was an old one.

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