Orion’s POV:
I stepped down the spiraling staircase slowly, each footfall echoing softly through the massive, high-ceilinged hall of the penthouse.
I paused mid-step when I saw Zoey—the nanny I had hired—slipping quietly out of the room.
She was a beta woman in her mid forties. With salt and pepper hair pinned up, and a constant kind smile on her face.
If there was any person I could respect as my elder, she’d be the first…and probably the only one. Even if I had never kept a nanny after eight, she was similar to one.
Though young at that time, she’d been the most responsible and not to mention helpful considering she was one of the people who didn’t go snitching on me to father for meager compensations like the others.
However she had left Ravenwood to come and live a peaceful lif
