Millie’s heart thudded hard as Ethan’s words replayed in her head. She picked up her pace, moving quickly through the long, quiet halls of the mansion.
What was he talking about? Had he done something to Clara?
She remembered Clara slipping in late last night. She should’ve stayed awake. She should’ve checked in. She should’ve noticed something.
Her worry only grew as she pushed from one room to the next.
Ethan had a way of twisting things until people folded, and Millie hated how easily he made her feel small.
While she searched, her mind kept drifting to the brothers, all three of them. She didn’t understand herself lately. She wasn’t someone who flirted or lost her footing around men—let alone three of them. Yet something about them kept pulling her back in.
Ethan had that dangero
