Chapter 16

Sir took the glass without bothering to thank him. “Now get out of here.”

Higgins gave a polite bow. Always the perfect butler, his face was blank. He left, closing the door firmly behind him. It wouldn’t have caught otherwise, and anyone passing by would have heard the conversation that would be taking place in here. 8

“Don’t stand there hovering like a—a—” Sir’s lips were in a tight line. “Put that goddamned case down and sit.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Don’t call me that!”

I felt as if he’d struck me. I sank down onto a chair, my laptop on the floor beside me, and sat, stiff-backed. What a fool I was to think, after all these years, Sir could have come to care for me.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I had you come home.” He glowered at me from over the rim of his glass.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I have a marriage arranged for you.”

“M-marriage? But this is 2019, not 1819.”

“How like you to state the obvious,” he sneered.