Chapter Ten

“What uncle?” I asked, frowning at Conrad as I walked out of the kitchen with him to prevent the assistants from hearing us and finding out what exactly was going on. Damien couldn’t possibly be the uncle that Conrad was talking about, it didn’t make any sense.

“What do you mean your uncle owns the place, Conrad?” I asked as we got to the privacy of the living room.

“Where is Uncle Damien, and what are you doing in his house?” The truth hit me with a pang in the chest, and I could barely keep my feet grounded as I stared at Conrad, hoping to open my eyes all of a sudden and find myself in bed to realize that I was only dreaming, but nothing was going on.

“He went out for a business meeting,” I answered his first question, shoving his second question aside, even when I knew that he was not going to let it slide that easily.

“What are you doing in my uncle’s house, having breakfast, Lauren?” he asked again, glaring at me.

“I… He’s sheltering me.