“How is everyone enjoying our new home?” said Daxton as the servants hurried to set Minister Bradley a place nearby. “Greyson, Amanda, you’ve had the pleasure of touring the property before, have you not?”
“We have,” said Greyson in a painfully neutral voice. As much as I would have enjoyed watching him lash out at Daxton, it was safer this way. “Quite a few things have changed.”
“Have they? I can’t say I’ve noticed. Amanda,” he added in a faintly sinister tone, and I snapped my head up to glare at him. “Have things changed much from your memory of it?”
A test, whether he knew it was one or not. He had been acting as Frederick long enough that he had undoubtedly visited Creed Manor several times. I had no idea if things had changed, or if Greyson was merely imagining it. But as long as
