25

The Harrington Brothers

 

Astor’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His posture stiffened, and his expression hardened, the vulnerability he’d shown moments ago vanishing completely.

 

“What do they want?” he asked, his tone sharp.

 

“I... I don’t know,” the maid stammered. “But they’re waiting in the sitting room.”

 

Astor let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course they are,” he muttered.

 

Roda hesitated, glancing nervously between Astor and Charlotte. “Should I tell them you’re coming?”

 

“Yes,” Astor said, his voice curt. “And make sure they don’t touch anything.”

 

Roda nodded quickly and left, closing the door behind her.

 

Charlotte watched Astor carefully, noting the...