Page 64 of Enthrall Shadows
“I don’t have a butler.”
He cringed. “You met him on the way in.”
“The English guy? I hardly spoke to him! He’s going to think I’m an asshole.”
“You are an asshole.”
“Yes, but at least give me some credit for civility.” I glanced around at the guests surrounding us. “Who are these people anyway?”
“Friends of Mom.” He narrowed his gaze. “I’m guessing Chantelle is a hard pass.”
I ignored that banal topic. “Did you see the statues?”
“Mom likes them. She’s trying to make your life easier.”
All the blood suddenly drained from my face when I recalled I’d placedthatenvelope in my room’s safe at the Bel Air Hotel.
“Are you okay?” He tried to read me.
“Why did Dad move Cole Tower from New York?” I asked, swiftly changing the subject. “It meant a lot of upheaval for everyone involved. Dad’s vague when I ask him.”
Cameron started to answer, but couldn’t find the words.
His way of spilling the truth.
I set my plate down, the insult shocking my system.
The answer had been glaring. This man, my brother and a brilliant psychiatrist, had been tasked to watch over me. They’d moved an entire company across the country to make sure I didn’t fuck up.
The broken son who had barely survived hell.
“Where are you going?” Cameron called after me.
I left him standing there as I strode across the lawn, making my way in and through the house.
Halfway down a long corridor, I almost bumped into a member of the staff, a friendly maid.
I offered a nod of apology. “And you are?”
“I’m not allowed to talk with you, sir.”
“Why ever not?”
“Rules.”
“The rules have changed. What’s your name?”
“Diana, sir.” She blushed. “Di, to my friends.”
“Nice to meet you, Di. Let me know if you need anything. Where’s our butler?”
“Kitchen, sir.” She pointed back down the hallway.
Turning, I said, “I’ll circle back later and we’ll chat some more.”
She scurried away.
Was I really that intimidating?
