Davina's POV

“Where is he?”

“With Elena, by the birdbath,” I said. “Would you like to meet him?”

Carlotta tensed instantly, as though I’d suggested something far more controversial than simply saying hi to her nephew for the first time. Her eyes clouded over and she glanced towards the fountain.

“I’d love to,” she said, although her tone struck me as strange. “But how about we take a walk around the gardens first?”

Puzzled, I nodded. She abandoned her still-full cup of ...