I tucked my phone away, mind racing with possibilities as Nathaniel guided me toward the stables. Caleb Beaumont was here—somewhere on this property—with a photo that could unlock secrets about my past.
But first, I had to deal with Imogen's seething presence behind us.
"The main stables were renovated just last year," Mr. Westfield explained enthusiastically. "We've got twenty championship-quality horses and training facilities that rival any in the country."
I nodded politely, but my attention was divided between scanning for Caleb and monitoring Imogen's hushed, angry conversation with Liam.
"What about the staff quarters?" Nathaniel asked, his hand steady at the small of my back.
"Excellent question, Mr. Ricardo!" Mr. Westfield beamed. "We've got housing for six stable hands, plus the manager's cottage."
