Sarah tipped her head back and laughed before pointing at Gaël. "You like Sebastian because he looks so much like Uncle Jordan." Who was just as heart-stoppingly handsome now that his hair had begun to silver as he'd always been, at least according to her friends. Sebastian had inherited his father's dark hair and blue eyes, and his mother's cheekbones and slightly sly smile.

"There's a lot of pretty on both the Novak and Bernard sides," she said as she watched him pace around the kitchen. "Simon would probably go for it. He's game for about anything. Of course, so's Sebastian, honestly." That boy, she thought, a good three years younger than Sarah was, had nonetheless, apparently seduced a Spade around Noëlle's age. And a bit like Gaël, he didn't discriminate by gender.