Leon stopped mid-step and my shoulders stiffened when we heard the door bell.
“That’s her,” he said flatly.
I frowned. “The spy?”
“Yes. Mrs. Karren.”He said as he nodded once.
A chill slid down my spine as we headed downstairs, and with every step, the bell continued ringing.
Ding…ding… ding…
Leon opened the door and Mrs. Karren stood on the doorstep with her hands neatly folded, wearing a soft beige cardigan and a warm smile that could melt butter.
“Oh, young master,” she said sweetly.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
Leon straightened. “No,you’re… right on time.”
She stepped inside gracefully as her eyes roamed the house with gentle approval.
“What a lovely home,” she murmured.
“Your mother will be so relieved knowing everything is in order.”
I swallowed hard as her gaze l
