Chapter 10
Lena's POV
They arrived in the afternoon.
Three men; suits sharp, faces arranged into the studied blankness that comes from knowing that emotions can be liabilities. I heard them before I saw them, voices in the main hall, low and businesslike, the kind of conversation one has with people who have skipped all preliminaries.
I was sitting in the sitting room with a book that I hadn’t opened and remained perfectly still.
Mara appeared in the doorway moments later. "He wants you in the drawing room," she whispered.
I put down the book. "Why?"
Her eyes told me she knew more than she was sharing. "Because he asked for you."
The drawing room was more imposing than the informal rooms that I'd been shown – high ceilings, dark paneling, furniture arranged with the unhurried confi
