She’s just what?

Drake’s POV

I paced the length of the drawing-room, my mind racing, my thoughts tangling together in a whirlwind of frustration. Bringing the old woman into the Chase mansion was a decision I had not taken lightly, yet one I now couldn't help but second guess.

Charlotte had been right to question me, yet the words that had spewed from her mouth, the venomous tone she had used when she'd spoken about the old woman as filthy, fired a spark within me, I hadn't felt in so very long. At that moment, the instant the word had escaped her lips, my temper had flared.

I stood by the window, staring out into the darkening sky, trying to process it all. The faint sound of footsteps behind me pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see Charlotte standing in the doorway, her face twisted in anger.

"Drake," she snapped, her voice piercing the quiet. "We need to have a word. What on earth were you thinking, bringing that. that woman into our home?"

I ground my teeth together, my patience wearin