A knot tightened Roland’s chest as turned his gaze from Howard’s servants to Zoey and Taylor.
They both had a frown on their faces, one that told they were confused.
But not him. He knew perfectly well what was going on.
It was no surprise why Howard would want him out of the way before they crossed paths with Zoey.
“No,” Taylor said. “You should head back, and when we are done talking, you can take him to show him to his apartment.”
Before Taylor could finish, Roland rose to his feet.
Taylor paused and looked at him, the frown on his face tightening. “Where are you going?”
“To see my lodge,” Roland answered. He heaved a sigh and turned to the servant. “I’m getting bored either way. I need some space to clear my head.”
“Roland,” Taylor said.
Roland turned away from him to Zoey
