Summer Thorne turned around in surprise to see Simon Keats sitting primly on the sofa, offering her an obedient smile.
For a moment, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over Summer Thorne.
"You..." She glanced at Simon Keats, then turned toward Louis Sutton's room. "I thought you two were done talking."
"We are," Simon Keats said. "But he probably needs some time to process things, so he went to his room. I don't mind waiting a bit. It's just... I'm getting a little hungry."
Summer Thorne met his gaze in silence for a moment.
The boy's eyes were clear and bright. He had a clean-cut look, and when he smiled, even as he feigned obedience, a faint glint of cunning still shone through.
They say nephews take after their uncles, but in Summer Thorne's eyes, Simon Keats was nothing like the two uncles of his she'd met.
As she was lost in thought, Simon Keats was still waiting for her answer. "Miss?"
