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Funny thing is, I much prefer Grant’s son over him. Though, I’d have preferred a cute little niece instead. But anyway. “You’re not going to shoot me?” I ask, leaning back slightly. “I don’t like killing my family members,” Grant replies evenly, his calm exterior betraying the storm brewing underneath. “You know that.” “Oh, so this is just to scare me a little? You sure love theatrics. Must be because you were never loved. Your mom abandoned you, and I ranked first on Dad’s list.” I’m provoking him. Need to wipe that calm off his face and keep him talking—anything to buy me more time. Jethro and Gareth should’ve reached the open water by now. They have to be out of Grant’s reach before he realizes what’s happening. Grant’s face contorts, his mask of composure slipping just a fraction. “I can always make an exception for you.” “Actually, you should’ve done that a long time ago, back when your mom died. If you’d killed Dad then, he wouldn’t have forced Mom into marriage, and I wouldn’t e