Dawn had broken, but the sun was nowhere to be seen. The clouds hung low, like a swatch of dirty cotton smothering the city.
He said to Kian Miller, "The Valentine Ancestral Home, The Valentine Conglomerate, Skyline, the Supercar Club. Have your men focus their search on these collapsed sites. I want her found, dead or alive."
"Understood, Jett. What should we do with Mr. and Mrs. Valentine?" Kian Miller asked.
"Bring them back to Aethelgard. Bury them in the Westgate Mausoleum, where they will receive offerings from my Westgate Family."
Kian Miller froze for a moment. 'The Westgate Mausoleum?'
He glanced at Jett Westgate's profile. His face was expressionless, but the stonier his expression, the more absurd the whole thing felt.
Burying people with a different surname in your own family's mausoleum... Forget a great clan like the Westgate Family; even ordinary families had never heard of such a custom.
