The dinner had been tense, and far more complicated than I expected, and the drive home was no better. Silence filled the car as we wound through the dark roads back to the estate, the weight of the evening pressing down on my feet in the louboutins I wore. I could still hear the man’s voice echoing in my mind, the way he spoke about Diago, oh Diago if only I could see you again. It was heartbreaking, and I found myself lost in thought, staring out the window as the trees blurred past.
When we finally pulled up to the house, I didn’t feel the usual pull toward bed. My mind was too restless, too full of the evening’s events and other stuff Diago included. Faruk had been coldly silent since we left the mansion, his eyes occasionally flicking toward me, but he said nothing. It wasn’t until w
