ask of calm composure. Her mind, however, was rac

against the opposite wall, a smirk p

ar uncle?" he drawled, hi

tone flat, and started to walk past

, using his height to loom over her. "Duty? I thi

her way, then rose back to his face. Her

rial whisper. "I had you looked into. Elara Vance. An orphan. Worked at

id. Her cover story was thin, but she was betting he couldn't conne

your business,

s a tangible thing, a string

terrupted from the end of the corrido

it was approaching. He wore frameless glasses and carried himself wit

ntly lowered his arm. "Grayson. Jus

an for a second, a clear warning in their depths, before shif

's permission for you to visit Mr. Caspian was granted with the exp

coming to her rescue. Instead, his a

rayson continued, his voice sharp. "I wi

conditionally loyal. He saw everyone who approached Caspian as

smile to cross his face. He adjusted his tie an

idor was

g into this family. But if you make a single move that is detrimental to Mr. Caspian, I

ed within her. She was trying to save Caspian's li

that. Her medical skills w

smile touch her lips. "Mr. Sullivan, you have quite

ghten. To him, it was a sign of disrespec

d back toward her room

hing her go. His eyes were lik

a 24-hour tail on the new Mrs. Kensingt

m, Elara's smil

A big one. His vigilance would make

around him. A way to n

the manor. An old enemy testing her defenses, and a new, fie

n Estate was

resolve hardening into ste