~HUNTER’S POV~
I watch the ridiculous scene unfolding in front of me, arms crossed, patience wearing thin.
The kid—Caesar—is sprawled out on the floor like a protestor staging a hunger strike. Celine kneels beside him, her hands shaky as she tries to lift him. He kicks, wriggles free, flops flat on his back again.
I sigh. Loudly.
"Caesar, get up." My voice is sharp, edged with the frustration I don't have time for.
Nothing. No movement. Just two big blue eyes glaring up at me. Familiar blue eyes.
Celine is still fumbling, still failing. I don’t know why I hired her. I don't know why I hired any of them. This whole house is a circus, and I seem to be the only one who didn't get the memo.
Mrs. Bartley, the head maid, marches over like she's about to solve the problem of th
