…Succession wars make strange bed fellows…
NIKOLAS
The woman frowns softly at me, taking her wide hat off her head. “Excuse me?”
“First Cameron, now you.” I say flatly, pressing my lips together and sighing at her. “If there’s a third one hiding somewhere, then you better tell her the Salvatores only have two sons and my sister is very straight.”
At my thinly veiled sarcasm, the woman rolls her eyes softly.
“Like I told Earl earlier,” She starts and her voice is clear and firm. “I apologize for my arriving unannounced but I was made to believe I would be expected.”
“Made to believe by who?” I ask exasperatedly and in response she smiles coyly at me.
“Funny. Earl said the exact same thing.”
Unable to resist saving the damsel in distress, Victor the guard steps up.
“The don has ask
