Didn’t matter. If Jazz was proper about Hawthorne’s emotions for her, and if Uncle Pierce actually meant all he’d mentioned, she may need an actual household of her personal quickly.

Twenty-Eight

“Welcome.” The notorious Desmond Patch rose from behind his desk as quickly as his assistant led Jazz into the workplace.

The room was massive and richly adorned in a classical model just like Uncle Pierce’s house research.

Jazz would’ve anticipated one thing extra minimalist and naked, given the white uniforms of the cult members. However the obvious contradiction made her understand that regardless of the tour she’d taken of the commune, she nonetheless didn’t know any concrete particulars about what the cult taught and believed.

Her survey of the area was rapidly reduce quick by Desmond transferring towards her with a swish stride, extending his palms. He smiled warmly as he reached her, conserving his palms out as if anticipating her to take them.

Apparently, individuals who wished to hitch the cult needed to get touchy-feely awfully quick. She may do hand contact to maintain her cowl. Something greater than that, and he or she may need to introduce her knife to this occasion.

However he solely took her palms in a gesture a person would possibly do with a long-lost sister. And the heat in his almost-black eyes appeared real. No creep issue in any respect.

“Please,” he swung an arm towards the little seating space the place a wingback chair, shorter armchair, and couch had been gathered, “let’s sit and discuss awhile.”

Jazz handed in entrance of him to sit down on one finish of the couch, a few of the stress stress-free its maintain on her insides.

“Jazz Lamont.” He gazed at her with a pleasant smile as he lowered into the wingback chair, his red-striped, white gown draping onto the armrests. “Such a novel identify for an particularly lovely lady.”

Ah. There it was. Flirting?

And but, nothing in his eyes glinted or appeared ogling. He saved his gaze on her face with extra of a paternal expression—caring and candy. How he pulled that off, she couldn’t think about.

“I perceive you’re occupied with becoming a member of our little group.”

She nodded. “I simply have some questions I’d like answered first. So I may be certain it’s proper for me.”

“In fact. That’s clever and comprehensible.” His mouth shifted right into a smooth line that complimented the understanding in his gaze. “Please, ask something you’d prefer to know. I hope I can provide you solutions that can convey you peace.”

She began with softball questions in regards to the housing, what number of members there have been, and the like. Simple stuff to place him relaxed earlier than she challenged him.

She watched his reactions and expressions intently as he responded. If Hawthorne hadn’t informed Jazz this man had enforcers who’d locked him in a room, Jazz wouldn’t have believed Desmond Patch was something aside from what he seemed to be—a heat, clever, charming man. Whose beauty and distinguished demeanor most likely didn’t harm him with the women both.

Granted, the huge wingback chair he sat in appeared somewhat throne-like together with his tall posture and air of authority. However he did a great job laying on the appeal to offset any sense of domineering.

He didn’t give any trace of snake oil salesman both. Even when happening about the advantages of Finest Life. Irrespective of how outrageous the necessities for membership in his group had been.

“So I must signal over all my monetary property earlier than I may be a part of Finest Life?”

“That’s a standard false impression.” He returned her hard-hitting serve with a relaxed lob. “You’d be selecting to depart your worldly items, these issues that triggered you probably the most stress and fear in life, within the palms of others so you’d lastly expertise true freedom. The liberty to stay the remainder of your life with out a care on the earth and to have the time you’ve at all times wished for different pursuits.”

She’d overlook his twisty method of getting everybody’s cash for now. “What different pursuits?”

“Attaining your finest life.”

“I’m somewhat confused about that half. How can we attain our greatest life? How can we even know what that appears like?”

He nodded slowly, tenting his index fingers in opposition to his chin as if desirous about the reply—to a query he’d most likely been requested a thousand instances. “No finest life is similar, simply as no human is totally similar to a different. However by means of years of observe, research, and confirmed outcomes, I can say that I’ve found the method that can allow each particular person to realize their finest life for themselves.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound far-fetched in any respect. Jazz saved her expression filled with curiosity as she watched the person. “What does that contain?”

“We research and commune with the celebrities, the celestial beings which were in existence far longer than us and have a lot to show us. We offer programs of research for all of our group members, freed from cost, to be taught from the knowledge of the ages and the skies.”

Desmond watched Jazz with a gentle gaze as he had throughout the entire interview. “Those that dedicate themselves to the trail of the celebrities and self-discovery will attain their epiphany and obtain their finest lives.”

The dude was starting to sound as programmed as Randall. However not less than his gaze didn’t go clean and distant just like the boy’s. Desmond managed to appear like he genuinely believed what he was saying. Ardour even crammed his voice as if he actually cared about the reason for folks reaching their finest lives. And actually believed in all that astrological hogwash.

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