Sandy's POV
Before I could continue my conversation with Lyla, I felt the familiar tension that came with Joseph and Charles approaching from behind. My body went rigid as I wondered whether Lyla had overheard our discussion in the kitchen, considering she was positioned right here in the main living area.
Yet if she had been standing in this spot the entire time, both Joseph and Charles would have detected her presence immediately. So why hadn't they mentioned anything about it?
"Why is she wandering around freely? You claimed she was your prisoner! Instead, she looks like she's enjoying some kind of vacation rather than being held captive!" Lyla's voice turned sharp and bitter, her eyes darkening as they shifted toward the man standing behind me.
"Joseph, escort Sandy back to her quarters," Charles commanded in his usual authoritative tone.
"You're avoiding my question," Lyla pressed, her voice growing more demanding.
