Chapter 58: Compass

I didn't expect this. The father of Roland Chadwick the Second calling us spoilt. Maybe he's right, but if we're spoilt, what is he? I'm not even going to mention the son he created.

We made a disaster out of dinner. Some chairs were on the floor, wine was spilt on the table and we were having so many arguments it was hard to keep track.

"Everyone, follow me," Chadwick senior ordered.

We obeyed. No one said a word as we walked through the rooms of the villa. His house, his rules.

It felt like an entourage of remorseful puppies. Well, maybe not. Luke didn't seem remorseful at all.