Nicholas
The grandfather clock in the main foyer chimed two o'clock, its deep echo reverberating through a house that was altogether too quiet.
I stood near the entrance of the primary living room, smoothing down the front of my suit jacket for the fifth time in ten minutes. My chief of staff had reviewed the itinerary twice, Mrs. Hayes had ensured every porcelain surface was polished to a mirror shine, and four security details were posted around the estate's perimeter.
"Nicholas," a soft, raspy voice called out.
I turned. Faith was standing near the foot of the grand staircase, wearing a simple pale-blue dress that draped neatly over her shoulder and sling. Her dark hair fell in soft, natural waves, and her brown eyes were watching me with a mixture of gentle concern and subtle amuse
