Elara's POV
"I'm working." He glanced around the resort grounds, already assessing what needed fixing. "I'm the new owner of this property, as of approximately forty minutes ago. Which means—" he looked back at Orion, "—that anything that happens on these grounds is now my concern. Including whatever this is."
Orion stared at him.
I had given up being surprised by Samuel Kingscliff's financial decisions somewhere around the third time he'd acquired something adjacent to a situation I was involved in. I didn't have the energy for it right now.
"The cameras," I said.
Samuel turned to me. "Rowan."
A man stepped out from the walkway. Mid-thirties, compact, brisk. Rowan, evidently Samuel's beta, had clearly been listening to the whole conversation. He'd already started solving the problem
