Chapter 9Theo climbed the back stairs up to the second floor, and just like the day before, cut through the servants’ passage between wings.
The entire house was silent. Which was good. It meant there was nothing to interrupt his thoughts.
Dante.
Could it be that simple and he’d missed it? Dante, in love with his mother, methodically taking out his competition one by one. First Theo’s father, then Albert, the first man his mother seemed to truly care about since his father had passed away?
And then Digby.
There had been the lipstick on the glass. The one his mother had denied. But then, his mother probably suspected Theo would lose his s**t if she got involved with Digby. His Digby. Just like she had with his tutor, and then his nanny.
What had she said? I’ve been no such place, dear
