Bruno stood in the center of the room, staring at each of them with a confused gaze.

"How long have you all been here? I mean, in this house," he asked, directing the question to no one in particular.

"Emm, well, hours before you came back," Abigail replied, a mocking grin spreading across her face.

His jaw dropped as the realization hit him.

He shot an icy glare at the butler standing nearby, his blood boiling. That man had tricked him into believing the house was ...