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There was no way in hell this guy, who’d lied to Jeremy his entire life, was going to show up now and act like he was the dutiful father. Alaric fixed a smile on his face.
“He called me yesterday,” he said. “From the Ozarks. Needed some help with some lore, but I think mostly he just wanted to shoot the shit. You’re, uh, Grayson. I’ve seen your picture. Guess you know who I am. Why – when was the last time he spoke to you?”
A slow smile slipped onto Grayson’s face, he liked this guy already -- but it was kind of hard to take the man’s attitude seriously. “ My picture, huh? Well I guess that’s as good as it could have gotten, with my being d e a d.”
The last time he had spoken to Jeremy, he was telling him not to cheat while he and Miranda went to go pick up Elena. Jeremy had been overly dramatic, as usual, his theatrics following them out the front door. Grayson remember the exact words he said, exactly what Jeremy was wearing, just how he had his hair combed, the way he laughed. “ Hard to say. It’s been a WHILE.”

















