Baron had headed home after he and Aimee's return to the city, but standing there now, it didn't feel like home. It didn't even smell like home. No, his home was buried in the ashes of the Den. Sophia's toys and books had been left strewn about the place, abandoned in the quick relocation of Vanessa and Sophia to Iveria.
It still didn't seem right, that the two where not here in Lutetia. Part of him wondered if they would ever return, and he found a small part of him almost hoping they wouldn't. Maybe the pair could find peace in Iveria of the sort they would never find here in Lutetia.
Vanessa had always struggled with balancing pack life against raising Sophia. But she had not hesitated to put herself between Rowan and Baron. The thought of how close Sophia had come to losing her mother that night was a heavy one that he was struggling to reconcile with.
He sighed and moved to set his phone and keys down on the small wooden table in the kitchen. It was here that the envelope caught his eye. At first he assumed it was something of Vanessa's until he noticed the word 'Baron' scrawled across the front of it.
He picked it up and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, and what appeared to be a deed to a property. He skimmed it, his eyes narrowing as he took note of Rowan's name and signature on it. Setting it down he turned his attention to the letter.
His scowl deepened as he read it.
Baron,
You fucking won. Somehow I knew even before plans were set into motion that you’d win. My fucking cursed luck, I’d lose to someone I hated so thoroughly as you.
Enough of that though.
Despite having despised you for our entire lives, we’ve danced around this facade of life to know that you and I deep down were the same. Same bastard from the same fucking coin. You just happened to be the ‘heads’ side.
Inside you’ll find a deed. Do what you want with it. Use it. Ditch it. Burn it. Fuck take a shit on it, for all I care at this point. But it was something that belonged to the original Scions, and my family line. As I’m the last of my name, no one else will have it unless I deed it out. None of the Scions I care about will fucking survive, if I know your brother.
You’ll find the details of where to find it inside as well as its hidden underground just outside the city. Inside you’ll find various items that may be of use to you and yours.
I’ll see you in hell when you get here.
Fuck you,
Rowan Alaster
Owner of Rollin’ Bones Casino and Alaster Brands
Baron stood there a time, re-reading the letter through again. Even dead the bastard couldn't leave well enough alone. He picked up the deed and pulled his lighter from his pocket. He flicked the lighter and held the flame to the corner of the documents and let them catch light before discarding them into the old stone fireplace. Without a look back, he headed upstairs.
Meanwhile a chill air filled the fireplace and the flames that had taken to the edges of the papers smoldered and flickered before going out again. Much of the document and letter had been damaged, but the address details remained intact.
It still didn't seem right, that the two where not here in Lutetia. Part of him wondered if they would ever return, and he found a small part of him almost hoping they wouldn't. Maybe the pair could find peace in Iveria of the sort they would never find here in Lutetia.
Vanessa had always struggled with balancing pack life against raising Sophia. But she had not hesitated to put herself between Rowan and Baron. The thought of how close Sophia had come to losing her mother that night was a heavy one that he was struggling to reconcile with.
He sighed and moved to set his phone and keys down on the small wooden table in the kitchen. It was here that the envelope caught his eye. At first he assumed it was something of Vanessa's until he noticed the word 'Baron' scrawled across the front of it.
He picked it up and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, and what appeared to be a deed to a property. He skimmed it, his eyes narrowing as he took note of Rowan's name and signature on it. Setting it down he turned his attention to the letter.
His scowl deepened as he read it.
Baron,
You fucking won. Somehow I knew even before plans were set into motion that you’d win. My fucking cursed luck, I’d lose to someone I hated so thoroughly as you.
Enough of that though.
Despite having despised you for our entire lives, we’ve danced around this facade of life to know that you and I deep down were the same. Same bastard from the same fucking coin. You just happened to be the ‘heads’ side.
Inside you’ll find a deed. Do what you want with it. Use it. Ditch it. Burn it. Fuck take a shit on it, for all I care at this point. But it was something that belonged to the original Scions, and my family line. As I’m the last of my name, no one else will have it unless I deed it out. None of the Scions I care about will fucking survive, if I know your brother.
You’ll find the details of where to find it inside as well as its hidden underground just outside the city. Inside you’ll find various items that may be of use to you and yours.
I’ll see you in hell when you get here.
Fuck you,
Rowan Alaster
Owner of Rollin’ Bones Casino and Alaster Brands
Baron stood there a time, re-reading the letter through again. Even dead the bastard couldn't leave well enough alone. He picked up the deed and pulled his lighter from his pocket. He flicked the lighter and held the flame to the corner of the documents and let them catch light before discarding them into the old stone fireplace. Without a look back, he headed upstairs.
Meanwhile a chill air filled the fireplace and the flames that had taken to the edges of the papers smoldered and flickered before going out again. Much of the document and letter had been damaged, but the address details remained intact.