Chapter 43

Rhys frowned and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait in the car, I'll go take a look." He got out of the car and walked into the middle of the crowd. An old gentleman in a long dark gray coat stood at the front. His hair was entirely white, and he leaned on an ebony cane, his spine perfectly straight. When he saw Rhys approaching, he tapped his cane against the ground, neither too heavily nor too lightly. It was Rhys's grandfather. Rhys's father had died young, and the true head of the Beaumont...