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"I'll give you one hint," Keegan said before he could answer. "You'll receive a letter a week from now."

"A week from now?" Jaron's eyebrows rose. "You want me to wait that long to figure out what that cryptic hint means?"

Keegan grinned. "I could tell you now, but where would be the fun in that?"

"Fine," Jaron said, realizing what Keegan was doing. The vampire was trying to take his thoughts off his messed-up family situation. It was working too. "But this surprise had better be a good one."

"I don't know about that," Keegan said. "I think you'll appreciate the gesture eventually."

Jaron was definitely intrigued now.

Sadly, his mate was not dispensing any more information.

"Let's go," the smug bastard said. "Casca's looking at inappropriate things on your phone while we're gone."

"What? You're joking, right?"

Keegan shrugged. "It's one of many possible things he could be doing."

"You can't see the present. Only the future."

"You don't know when I looked."

Jaron groaned.

Keegan drew him close. "You've got a lifetime of this to look forward to. I hope you don't regret that you've brought me back."

"A lifetime of this, huh?" Jaron gazed into Keegan's eyes and smiled. "Sign me up."

CHAPTER 28

Just as Keegan had predicted, the letter arrived for Jaron a week later, after his siblings had already gone back to their parents house—for the time being, anyway. Casca had decided he would stay over with Jaron and Keegan for the summer, when they had their own home set up.

Keegan figured the boy had made this decision mostly because he'd casually mentioned that he'd watch 'those violent' movies with him that his parents thought he was too young for. He said this while Jaron was out of earshot, of course.

Jaron was still trying too hard to be responsible where his siblings were concerned, so it fell to Keegan to be the fun caretaker.

It was easy, though, because he liked the boy, and because he liked who Jaron was around his little brothers.

Right now, Jaron was looking at the letter that Altair had brought to Keegan's room for him.

"Who sent this and how did they know I'd be here?" Jaron asked, turning the envelope over in his hands. "It looks official."

"It is official," Keegan confirmed.

"What's in it?"

"Why don't you open it and find out?"

Jaron shot Keegan a glance, and then he did as he was told and opened the envelope, pulling out two large sheaths of paper. His eyes flew over the lines. Keegan watched his expression shift as he read, from confusion to wonder to disbelief.

When he was done, he turned to stare at Keegan. "She left me her house?"

"We can sell it if you don't want to live in it," Keegan said, understanding how difficult this must be for his mate. For a long time, Malkira had been like a second mother to him. He'd lived with her, trusted her, and then she had betrayed that trust in unspeakable ways.

Yet she'd named him as her heir.

Jaron's tail twitched as he stared at the letter again. "I've been wondering, you know…"