“What do you mean,” Daniel’s voice cut through the vast golden-lit foyer, low but sharp, “by in a stranger’s house?”
Irene froze.
He took one step forward, the expensive marble beneath his shoes echoing the sound like a warning bell.
“That’s what you choose to call me?” Daniel continued, his gaze searing into her. “A stranger? In the presence of my sons?”
The twins, who had been staring at the chandelier moments ago—still dazzled by the breathtaking interior—whipped their heads toward their mother. Ethan’s jaw tightened; Elias’ eyes widened a little.
Irene inhaled slowly, forcing calm into her voice. “Not here, Mr. Blackwood… not here.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the boys. “This is not a conversation we have in front of them.”
Daniel scoffed—quiet but dangerous. “No. I still ins
