"Get every servant here," Mr. Ashford ordered at last, his voice low and hard.
Damien, Theo, Lucian, and Callum rose at once, moving to carry out the order with the guards. They swept past the kneeling siblings and into the corridors, the household springing into motion.
Soon, all the servants in the Ashford mansion had been summoned and forced to kneel in the grand hall, their bodies trembling with fear. The air was thick, suffocating, every servant clutching their hands together.
Lucian and Theo stalked among the kneeling crowd, tossing down objects.....a handkerchief here, a ribbon there, or trinkets they knew each servant would recognize instantly. Each item dropped before them only deepened their fear, eyes widening, heads lowering, shoulders quivering under the unspoken accusation.
