“If you think your father’s name can buy back the ground under your feet, Camilla, you should have asked him to write a bigger check.”
Ines didn’t lean against the railing. She stood at the top of the stairs with her fingers wrapped tightly around the dark wood, looking down the hall.
The front doors had barely clicked shut. Camilla stood by the threshold, her shoulders hunched, her hand pressing against the high collar she wore to hide the dark bruises on her throat. Beside her stood Garrison Montgomery.
Garrison didn’t look at his daughter. He did not care that her face was completely drained of color. His eyes went straight up the stairs, locking onto Ines. He did not see an outcast or a criminal. He saw the person who owned the very foundation of the estate.
“Still as arrogant as a
