A circle of Men in Black stood around the pavilion.
"Go on in. The Young Master is inside."
Nora Ainsworth cautiously climbed the steps and pushed open the heavy, gold-trimmed doors.
Once inside, she looked around, her lips parting in shock.
From the outside, it was impossible to see into the pavilion. But from the inside, it was the complete opposite. Mist swirled around a massive hot spring pool, and through the glass walls, she could clearly see every movement outside.
The temperature inside was extremely high. She looked at Quentin Grant. He was sitting on the sofa, a single bath towel wrapped around his waist, his expression grim as he watched her.
"Coming to me of your own free will?"
Though the room was as warm as summer, a chill ran through Nora Ainsworth. "Yes, I came of my own free will."
Quentin Grant raised an eyebrow. "If you're here to talk about your marriage to Leon Lynch, don't bother."
