At precisely seven in the evening, Julian’s car rolled to a stop outside the imposing Hale family estate.

As the vehicle settled, Yardley Hale’s attendant moved swiftly to open the door. He wore a congenial smile but couldn’t hide the tension in his voice. “Sir Hale’s temper is running high tonight, young master Julian. Best tread carefully—don’t go tossing more fuel on the fire.”

Julian stepped out, cutting a restrained figure, and shut the car door ...