~HUNTER~
The next morning, I walked into the breakfast room to find Mother already seated at the head of the table, her smile too bright, too pleased with herself.
Caesar sat in the chair beside her, swinging his legs and chattering about something that made her laugh.
My chest tightened. This was becoming too familiar, too easy for her.
"Hunter, darling! Perfect timing." Mother's voice was honey-sweet. "I've asked Caesar to join us for breakfast. And Celine will be serving us today."
My jaw clenched. Of course, she would. Another power play, another way to put Celine in her place while she played grandmother to my son.
Celine entered carrying a silver tray, her face carefully blank. She wore her usual black uniform, and her hair pulled back severely, but I could see the tension in
