Roderick, Joe, and Alben came out onto the balcony after dealing with the aftermath of what Salvatore had done. The staff had been paid off. The guests who had witnessed anything had been quietly reassured.
Sean had been removed from the premises without drawing attention. Everything had been handled the way it always was, efficiently and without a trace.
Fortunately, all the guests were from the same world. They were merely speculating about Hartley's position after angering Salvatore.
And they realized just how crazy Salvatore was to cause a scene in broad daylight.
The three men stopped at the balcony entrance.
Felix was already standing there, his shoulders rigid. He wasn't looking at them. He was looking at Salvatore.
From this distance, Salvatore—the man known for his cold calculations and brutal efficiency—was sitting in a cushioned chair with Milo tucked against his chest like something fragile.
