Martha smirks, stealing a glance at me. "Yes Lady Mira. We will always love you. No..." She snorts. "Actor can take that away from you."
Mira squeals and skips off happily, while Martha pauses, throwing me one last disapproving look before huffing away.
I glare after her, boring invincible holes in that tiny head.of her.
A maid steps forward, bowing slightly. “Please, ma’am. This way.”
I nod and follow.
Spending the night here was going to be torture. How many hours before dawn?
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~ALEX~
I step into the study and stop cold.
My father is sitting behind his desk
Jason sits opposite.
And Boaz—
Boaz?!
Boaz looks at me like a man already writing his will.
My throat tightens.
“Sit." My father's voice looms through the room, a stiff frown sitting on his face.
Oh boy.
I sigh an
