NICHOLAS
I stared at the man in front of me, my usual coolness in check. “So, what did you think about the gala Robert?”
His jaw twitched beneath his weathered skin. “Splendid,” he said, voice tight. “Though it seemed like you enjoyed yourself a little too much.”
A smile crept on my face but there was no humor in it. “Yes… I did. Though it is funny you should ask.”
He gestured to a nearby waiter, muttered something low, and the man hurried off toward the kitchen. “And why’s that?”
I casually crossed one leg over the other. “Because I’m fairly certain I was drugged. Occupational hazard, I suppose.”
Robert’s mouth thinned to a hard line. He ignored the jab… as expected. “Emilia. How is she?”
My blood boiled. He didn’t even deserve to say her name. Family or not. But as always, I was a
