The Crescent Heir
Anna fell into step beside her, glancing back at the rows of gleaming cars as they walked toward the garage exit.
"Quick question though — Gallowglass genuinely insists this is the estate's garage. Not a showroom, not a warehouse, just — the garage."
"Correct," Isabeau said, not looking up from her tablet.
"Six Lamborghinis, Isabeau."
"Mm-hm."
"Three limousines."
"Yes."
"Who collects six Lamborghinis and parks them in a garage like they're ordinary?"
Isabeau glanced up now, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.