C83 Chapter 83

“Sure,” Marcia says flippantly, “I love bedtime stories,” she drones, turning on her side to face him, still lying back on her chair.

Jullian smiles, still gazing at the sky. A small wry smile, as if he had thought something naughty but was keeping it to himself.

“My family is old. Our legacy can be traced back over four hundred years.” He starts slowly