18
“Are we sure this is going to work?” The doubt came from me as we walked upstairs and soon reached the foyer. “I mean, they’re going to suspect something, aren’t they?”
Bonnie’s narrowed eyes fell on the front doors, one of which opened at our approach. “We’ll know soon enough.”
One of the burly, beautiful men who had followed Maxwell stepped inside. He caught sight of us and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“We could ask you the same question,” Bonnie snapped as we stopped a few feet from the man, and she gave him the evil eye. “You’re not supposed to be in the manor.”
He curled his lips back in a sneer. “I was checking up on Maxwell, not that it’s any of your business, reject.”
A look of murder appeared in Bonnie’s eyes. Since my hands were full, I gave her side a slight j
