Wings~
Cade Callan
Windermere
Breakfast was t*****e. Everything from the heart-shaped biscuits to the inane conversation conspired to grate on Cade’s nerves.
At the head of the banquet table in the sunny yellow dining room, Grandmother was surveying the morning’s matchmaking experiments with the glee of a hawk circling a yard of newly hatched guineas. Iris and Edgar were chatting amiably to her left, and in his designated chair across from them, Cade affixed a smile as lovely Lady Rosalyn prattled on about the weather.
The weather was fine. Cade was not.
Grandmother had offered a whispered apology when he’d arrived for breakfast. Dean Fraser had departed at dawn, citing sufficient excuses to release him from house party hell. Cade couldn’t have cared less.
He had awakened this morni
