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asked, his large eyes, made larger by his glasses, looked torn between grief at his loss and surprised happiness at my return.
     
                  “Myself and Liam, yes we both did,” I said, making a gesture towards my escort.
     
                  Senator Folsom’s head snapped up, as if woken from a trance. “Ah, yes, Liam,” he said, smiling warmly. “It has been quite a long time, indeed.”
     
                  Senator Folsom had only met Liam on a handful of occasions, usually during family functions or holidays. I doubted he’d have even recognized Liam if I hadn’t mentioned him. He had a deeper fondness for me since he had known me since I was a little girl. And the fondness was mutual as I squeezed the older man’s hand again.
     
                  “It has, sir,” Liam said respectfully.
     
                  “I’m so glad, so glad , both of you are safe,” the Senator said emphatically holding onto my hands. His eyes shone brightly with unshed tears. “I’m glad to see that tragedy hasn’t befallen on your entire house.” He pulled me into a hug. “We must have dinner soon. I want to hear about everything. We will find the bastards who did this to your family.” As he pulled away, he smiled and looked at me warmly. “My little So-So,” he said softly before greeting the rest of his guests.
     
                  Hearing the old nickname, my throat tightened with emotion. A cold waft of loneliness struck my heart. How many people were left on this earth who knew my old nicknames?
     
                  Don’t you worry, Uncle Sebastian , I vowed to myself. You won’t need to find the bastards. I will. And they will most definitely pay for what they did.
     
                  I looked over to Liam. Standing so straight and tall beside me, his gaze focused so clearly on me, nobody dared to approach me while my dark guardian angel stood over me.
     
                  I snorted. Dark guardian angel. Oh, if they only knew.
     
                  “We should head on in, don’t you think?” Liam murmured close to my ear, putting a hand to the small of my back.
     
                  I nodded.
     
                  Together we moved through the large house and out towards the back gardens. Large tents had been set up and lamplights brought in, making the space seem like a magical night garden. Round tables were carefully spaced out across the garden and people were slowly starting to find their seats.
     
                  A waiter in a crisp white jacket walked over, carrying a tray of champagne. Liam swiftly picked up two glasses and handed one to me. He looked down at me affectionately. Any person passing by would think they saw an older brother looking protectively and adoringly over at his younger sister, both putting on a brave face amidst their personal tragedy.
     
                  But below this look of affection, Liam murmured to me, “Do you see the men?”
     
                  I quickly scanned the space. Beautifully dressed women and men in impeccable suits filled the tent, all murmuring genially and laughing. And yet I could see each one of them unable to help themselves a quick glance our way. I couldn’t blame them. A mining magnate heiress comes back from the dead. Who could resist a look or three?
     
                  But off to my far right, I saw Harrison Dell sitting at a table that was nearly half full of people. Harrison was a tall man and built like a redwood—wide around and tall as all get out. Even sitting down, he was nearly eye level with some of the women standing around him.
     
                  But none of that mattered. Because his tall frame was frozen solid as he stared at me, open mouthed, from across the way. He looked like he was staring straight at a ghost, which was technically