Dominic’s POV
I got out of my car as my driver drove to the car drive to park the car.
The house was quiet when I returned. It always was.
That was how I preferred it, stillness like a cathedral, no footsteps, no unnecessary voices echoing through the halls. Noise was a distraction. And distraction was a weakness.
I loosened the cuff of my shirt as I stepped into the foyer. Another endless day of negotiations, handshakes with men who would sell their souls for one more percent of profit. I gave them nothing more than what was needed. Words were currency; mine, I spent sparingly.
The butler met me as always. His eyes gave nothing away, but something in the way he inclined his head was… different. “Mr. Blackwell,” he said evenly, “dinner has been arranged.”
“Dinner,” I repeated, arch
