Our dreams. Our freedom. Our reputation. Our health. Our lives. They want it all. And they’re going to take it. But only if we let them. The haters...can wear deceptively familiar faces. My father is a sociopath. A man without conscience. Most people don’t know this about him. He’s tall, good-looking, preternaturally intelligent and extremely charming. He’s the director of the second largest airline in my country of origin. He’s got many sons and daughters by different women. He’s respected and. Your father, teryn Bryce Cousland has left with your older brother for the war in the south, leaving you in charge of the castle and region alongside your beautiful mother, Eleanor, and your brother's wife and daughter. "Ah, there you are my boy," sighed Eleanor, looking slightly annoyed to find you lounging your time away reading in your room. "Come outside, Lady Landra and her son have arrived and you as their host must be courteous!" Yes, mother," you sigh, getting off your bed and quickly. She knew where this was going. “Scrubs are more comfortable and I don’t like the way I look in jeans.” “Then you don’t have the right Jeans. Why don’t you let me help with that?” “It’s not the jeans, it’s my body.” “Oh come on, I bet you have a great body. You just need to learn how to show it off.” “I don’t think so.” “Why, what is wrong with it?” “Well for starters, I don’t have hips. I look like a teenage boy and my chest is too small.” “What! Prove it.” Megan’s eyes got huge as she looked. .”We cut to the bedroom – and it looks like someone is a big fan of Ikea, with the wide, low double bed, both bedside tables, and even lamps all having that Swedish wooden look. Crisp, clean, white sheets are pulled flat and tucked in with hotel precision.The door opens and our guest walks in, followed by Dennis close behind with his sprightly Doberman.They move toward the bed, and turn to face the camera, Dennis continuing his interview.“In a couple of minutes, I’m gonna take this bad boy’s.