The Thrill of the Hunt

I lowered my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

Eleanor instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Winston sat in the side hall, Alistair was making tea, and Tristan and Piper sat there like two strangers, with nothing to say to each other.

I could tell that even though Piper had married the guy she liked, she still seemed trapped—the light in her eyes was gone compared to last time.

She looked