Lucien

I cut Caleb a look. When we’re away from here, I’ll deal with him accordingly.

He never should have implied to Aunt Maya that I might have a soft spot for Ingrid. It was a terrible mistake because, now, I won’t hear the end of it.

“Please, come in,” Aunt Maya says as she tears her eyes away from Ingrid. “There’s a warm dinner waiting for you. I’m sure you could all do with a decent meal. Plus, everyone’s waiting.”

Caleb goes ahead, and Aunt Maya follows him. I ...