I swallowed the rest of my dinner, each bite tasting heavy and bland beneath Nataniel’s cold, watchful gaze. He watched me like a predator, and I felt exposed, afraid to truly trust him.I tried again. I was willing to extract any information from that man, not knowing exactly what I was getting myself into.“So, Nataniel,” I said, resting my elbow on the marble island and trying to look casual, “have you worked with Miguel for a long time?”He barely blinked. “Long enough to know what I should and shouldn’t share with visitors, miss.”The air around him felt icy, and he shut down the only chance I had to learn more about Miguel’s life. He was a wall of containment for secrets.After he cleared the plates, I didn’t let him serve me dessert. He gave me a quick, brutal tour of the house. No long walks—just the boundaries. The living room, the kitchen, and the off-limits places.“The office of Mr. Miguel, the main wing,” he said, pointing to the door at the top of the stairs. “And, obvio
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