John instantly caught the flicker of change in Carlos's expression. In a family as sprawling and labyrinthine as the Harrisons, Carlos had to maintain that predatory edge to protect himself and strengthen the clan.
"Alright, you can go now. I need to speak with Ella. Fetch her for me."
Seeing Carlos hesitate and his once sharp gaze now softened with uncertainty, John was satisfied. "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for a young girl. You'll stay here tonight and leave in the morning."
Carlos couldn't quite figure out what the old man was scheming, yet he had no choice but to tread carefully, biding his time.
When he found Ella in his bedroom, she was holding his notebook, her fingertips brushing over the delicate lambskin cover.
Carlos strode over, a surge of anger and unease
