"Don Sullivan," Rosalina called out, stepping into my bedroom suite.

"Get her dressed and meet me downstairs," I commanded, placing the last leather-bound volume onto the bookshelf and concealing the hidden release catch.

I left the bedroom, taking the grand staircase down to the main foyer. I settled into one of the leather armchairs, waiting for Rosalina to finish preparing Micah. Rosalina was officially classified on the payroll as house staff, but in reality, she was one of my most trusted undercover operatives—assigned to guard my family and secure the estate whenever I had to handle external business.

A moment later, footsteps echoed down the marble stairs.

Micah descended alongside...