Chapter 63
The implied threat toward Chase himself, toward whatever standing or reputation he might suffer should this family choose to make an issue of his behavior toward her, settled like ice through Callie's veins. She had no doubt they would follow through, would happily embarrass an important guest if it meant deflecting blame and scandal away from their own household's reputation.
"I understand," she said again, and left the room quickly before either of them could see how badly her hands had begun trembling.
She made her way toward the guest wing in a daze, dread and desperation both warring violently in her chest. She found Chase waiting at their small desk, exactly as he had every morning these past weeks, his expression shifting immediately to concern the moment he took in he
