Here she stood.
In front of him.
Everything his family hated right now. Everything they were working to destroy, and to remove from their lives forever.
Except, his father had alluded to everyone working together to have Siena here for him. As though they were working with her in some way. As though, perhaps, they trusted her in some way. At least, enough to bring her here.
For him.
John really wanted to know what in the hell was up, and what he had missed out on, but not right now.
Right now …
“Your mother kept her company for a while today,” Lucian said, “and I figured she had probably had enough of being alone, and missing out. She can’t come downstairs, of course. We wouldn’t want our best asset at the moment being photographed with the rest of us, now would we?”
“No, we definitely wouldn’t,” Siena said.
John still had not found the right words to say.
His father didn’t seem to mind. With a clap of his hand to John’s shoulder, Lucian gave his son another smile, and a nod.
“Enjoy your evening, son.”