swaggering down the grand staircaseAnd what the f*ck are you supposed to be?
The boy who descended the stairs looked nothing like a toddler. Dark brown hair messy, shirt half-untucked, grey-blue eyes scanning her with open disdain.
Layton Drey
Mum didn't tell me we were getting a new maid.
His voice dripped with sarcasm as he reached the bottom step, crossing his arms.
