Chapter Four
The taxi cab that Eileen hailed was utterly disgusting – the faux-leather seats were broken and stained with Farben Severus hadn't even known existed; everything, from the carpeted floor to the windows were damp; it smelled as if a very large, sweaty man had left his cloths under the seats for a fortnight. But Severus didn't complain – he knew his mother disliked is as much as he did, but they had little choice.
The Prince family was a rich, pure-blood family. His grandmother, Isadora, had never worked a Tag in her life and his grandfather, Hirum, had retired early. They had,...
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