Chapter 9

When he entered the room, Oliver found the young Lord sitting upright in his chair, that same one Oliver had first noticed the moment he’d entered the room for the first time.

The Lord was in a dark, neat suit, as usual. Oliver concluded that was the Lord’s preferred color.

There was a half-empty glass next to him on the table.

Callum closed the book he was reading and looked at Oliver. His eyes had a very strange spark to them; it almost made Oliver feel uncomfortable. The way Lord Tennyson’s look had that very first day they’d met.

“You’ve called for me,” Oliver said and nodded to the Lord.

“I have.”

The short retort sounded angry, even though Callum’s posture didn’t give away the mood the man was in.

Or he was most probably trying not to show much of it. Oliver glanced at the bottle on the small table by th