“Cancel the invitations,” Natalie said.

She turned on her heel and walked through the dining room entrance, leaving Ethan standing alone by the carved post.

Richard walked past the red wine stain on the rug and stopped three feet from his son, pointing one long finger at the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway.

“Into the estate library, Ethan,” Richard ordered.

“Now.”

Ethan walked past me into the room, his dark leather shoes silent on the Oriental rug until they hit the parquet border near the desk.