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Zach Sun:
She’s not just in my heart.
Zach Sun:
She’s in my fucking veins.
T-MINUS 3 DAYS.
Inever expected people to bend to my will.
All my life, my peers naturally did it, as if I’d issued an unbreakable command merely by existing.
After the accident, when Mom changed, I considered her one-eighty the universe’s way of counterbalancing a blessed life.
Until now.
As everything went to shit.
Andno oneseemed to care about a goddamn thing I said.
I stalked into the four-bedroomed grand pool villa, swatting away the residential assistant Mom had hired for the duration of her stay at the Four Seasons Chiang Mai. “Where are they?”
She floundered, torn between chasing after me and running for help. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. Sun Yu Wen and Zhao Yu Ting. What room?”
My loafers pounded the dark hardwood. Straight to the open balcony door overlooking the private sundeck.
A wall of lotuses and lush tropical trees obscured the rectangular pool from view. Celeste Ayi sprawled across an oversized canopy bed.
A sunhat with a brim wide enough to umbrella an entire building hid her face. She sipped a tropical cocktail, turning a page of theVoguein her lap.
I descended one of the double stairs from the balcony, stopping a foot shy of her. The assistant raced after me, but I was taller, faster, and fueled by enough fury to last a lifetime.
“Zhao Yu Ting.”
She peered up from the magazine, not even remotely surprised to see me. “Zachary. My favorite nephew.”
“Youronlynephew.”
She waved her hand, flipping a page. “Don’t remind me. You know I love the variety. How was the flight here?”
She didn’t even ask how I knew they were there. These women knew I’d hunt them down to get the information I wanted.
I considered hounding Ayi for it, but now that I’d arrived, my bloodthirst wanted it straight from the horse’s mouth.
My jaw ticked. “Where’s Mom?”
I was dog-tired, jet-lagged, and hadn’t spoken to Farrow in almost a month.
With a sigh, Celeste Ayi unfastened the satin knot holding her hat, depositing it beside her.
She tilted her sunglasses down, catching my gaze. “You do not want to speak to your mother right now.”
“Why not?”
“Why?” She huffed, slapping a hand to her throat. “Well, isn’t the answer obvious? She thinks you’re about to make the worst mistake of your life.”
