The roar of an engine came from the tree-lined drive.
Evelyn glanced sideways. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows she saw the black Maybach tear out of the estate. His car, like the man himself, was nothing if not volatile.
How could she possibly have argued with Nicholas?
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the pink threads still scattered across the coffee table.
“Maybe he doesn’t like the color. I should’ve packed it properly before bringing it down.”
Liam followed her line of sight.
He picked up the delicate little bracelet and turned it over.
“That shouldn’t be it. When Madam Drake was still alive, she used to weave bracelets for Sir during every holiday. She said they carried wishes and made them for him when he was a boy. Sir was always happy to get them.”
“Last week when
