Jace

“Welcome home, son,” my father greeted, and I nodded.

The maids served dinner. I went upstairs to change clothes, then came back down to eat. I was starving.

I was halfway through my meal when Celeste’s mother approached her.

“I need to see you after dinner,” she said.

“Okay, Mother,” Celeste replied quietly.

“She’ll be coming with me,” I murmured, standing up. “As my personal assistant, there are files she needs to handle.”

“Why?” Father asked. “Can’t those ...