“We need to talk,” he said.
My stomach curled because those four words never meant anything good.
“What now?” I asked as I braced myself.
He exhaled slowly, like he was already tired of my existence.
“There’s been a slight… complication.”
“Oh God.” I groaned. “Please tell me your mother isn’t coming.”
“No.”
“Oh thank God.”
“She sent someone.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
Leon stepped further into the room as his jaw tightened.
“My mother sent her senior butler. Mrs. Harrington trusts her more than anyone and she insists the woman come here as—”
He paused as he scratched his hair.
“As what?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes.
Leon scraped his hand more,through his hair.
“As… ‘house support.’”
I repeated slowly, “House. Support.”
“Yes.”
“A spy.”
I gasped. “OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE A GOVERNMEN
