Nova’s POV The attorney sits across from us in a shiny office building. This isn’t his office but that of an affiliate of his in New York. He works out of Boston, normally. “Your 25th birthday was yesterday, Mr. Riordan, am I correct?” “Ummm… just call me Ambrose, sir.” Ambrose squeezes my hand. “I need you both to come with me to my office in Boston immediately so that we can sign all the necessary papers with all parties present. Your Uncle, Marcel will need to sign as well. Your, um, partner can come along if you choose.” The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired