There are no kitchens in any of the apartments.”“Kitchens?” Cat didn’t follow.“Nick wants a dorm experience in the loft,” said Arwen. “I... his mind, that means shared meals. So, he had those apartments built without kitchens. He probably spent a fortune on them and I don’t think he could have rented them out if we said no to him. How many people do you know who, if you gave them a billion dollars, would do that for their friends?”Cat said she wasn’t sure she knew anyone who would do that.. Why’d they bring me here?” I asked.“Do you remember getting wounded?” she asked.I opened my eyes at that. She must have thought I had lost my memory or something. I quickly nodded, and that was when I started to feel my aches and pains. “Yes, ma’am. I must have been hit a few times during the attack, but then I woke up in the compound after being patched up. Why’d I come here? And when? How long have I been out?” I felt pretty hungry, but not like a-week-without-food hungry.“They brought you in. He was looking off into the distance, at a horizon that had long since gone dark without either of us paying attention. He was looking beyond, back through time and space into the past, putting himself in that situation once more and grimacing as he did so.Nick pursed his lips, pressing them together until they formed a flat line across his face that matched the flatness of his gaze. And as he slowly began to shake his head, he turned back to me and shrugged, saying, "I can't tell you. I don't. " So he is Duffield's son!" the man said in jubilation."He is my son," Camille corrected angrily. "Whatever he might be to Evan Duffield, he has been that for two weeks. He has been my son for 18 years. I have protected him from things that would make you soil your silk drawers and I will protect him from you if you make it necessary. I want you to tell me that you understand the situation as it exists." It's not that simple," the man said. "I mean..." It is exactly that simple," Camille cut.