We’ve barely returned to our worktable when a man appears in the doorway. It’s another of Nolan’s enforcers, Neal, I think is his name. He was enforcer number three to drag me back after I ran. “Put everything down. Nolan wants everyone.”
“But we need to get the bread in the oven or breakfast will—”
Neal doesn’t even look at her. He fixes his gaze on me and doesn’t shift it. And I… do not have a good feeling about his intense attention. “It will wait. Nolan said you had a question. He’s decided to reward you by answering it. Now come.”
As I struggle to recall what question he’s talking about, I wipe my hands on a cloth before following the rest of the women out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
Neal doesn’t lead the way into the dining room, or even upstairs to Nolan’s room, as I wa
