Anabella Clayton's POV:
The setting sun cast long, amber shadows across the massive stone pillars of the Sullivan Mansion as I returned. I felt utterly drained. After carrying a sleeping Elinor back to her room, I was informed that my father was waiting for me in the study.
"I heard about what happened at the gallery," my father said, setting down his glass. He looked even more gaunt and frail than he had just a few days ago. "For the otherwise dull circles of the Londale elite, it's a rather stimulating new piece of gossip."
I caught the undertone of both mockery and warning in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Father. It was Bowden. He must have been loitering near the gallery."
A surge of irritation rose within me.
'Could it be that Bowden was stalking me?'
He must have been lurking in the
