Sweat was trickling down my back as I jogged towards the Galway Family's mansion. I just parked and exited my car on their driveway, dreading the fact that I had to do this. Executing this at another family's territory was especially risky for me.
The butler opened the front doors, and I gave him a charming smile. The man's face remained flaccid, and I frowned at him. I had always thought that the Galways were a bunch of serious folks with poles up their asses. It seemed that was true.
Walking with confident strides, I quickly located the wing where Margot's quarters were. She wisely left our compound immediately after the s**t she pulled. If she stayed behind, Alistair might have killed her right on the spot, alliance be damned.
I found my older sister sipping a cup of tea in a parlor.
