Dinner

Chills ran down my spine. Why did this woman say such a thing? I looked at Killian, but he avoided my gaze. His eyes were locked on Madelaine, his jaw clenched. Sucking in a sharp breath, I stepped toward the woman. “You must be mistaken,” I said curtly. “I have never even met Mrs. Blair.”

A cold smile rose across her lips. “My apologies then.” She gave me a bow that looked much like a mockery. “I've surely mistaken you for another poor girl who desperately needed money.”

Anger flared, setting every inch within me on fire. My mouth opened, ready to roar, but before I could build an accurate response, she had already turned around and walked inside the mansion.

Killian grabbed my hand and led me through the threshold without sparing me a glance. I squeezed his hand and gently pulled him to a halt. “Killian, I hope you know she was lying.”

“Let's not talk about this now,” he said coldly. “We'll discuss this once we leave the mansion.”

A thick lump rose in my throat. He slid his hand off