Dally POV
After dinner, Mr. Bennett led us through the house. The others followed him without question. Why wouldn't they? People like them belonged in places like this.
I hung back. When we reached the staircase leading to the east wing, I cleared my throat. "Mr. Bennett?"
The butler turned. "Yes, Mr. Sandoval?"
The title made me flinch. Nobody called me Mr. Sandoval.
"Dally's fine."
"Very well. Dally."
I shoved my hands into my pockets. "I can just head back to the annex."
His expression didn't change. "I'm sorry?"
"The staff housing." I nodded toward the back of the estate. "I've got my place there already. No need to waste one of the guest rooms on me."
Mr. Bennett regarded me for a moment. Not annoyed. Not confused.
"I have explicit instructions to escort all four potential
