Rowan's POV
"What exactly do you mean by someone being in your room?"
Eileen's voice cut through the night air, sharp with annoyance. Her features contorted with frustration as she continued, "It's past midnight, Rowan, and we're dealing with an assault. The only people who went inside were the servants assigned to maintain the fireplace."
She attempted to project righteous indignation, but Rowan's intense examination made her heartbeat accelerate. When he'd summoned her, she'd appeared braced for a confrontation. But as he mentioned the theft from his study, he noticed the rigid line of her shoulders relax, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before it vanished.
Rowan's piercing stare remained fixed on Eileen. "Someone entered my private office."
Eileen let out a dismissive laugh. "That's absurd. Guards were stationed outside throughout the entire incident. Do you honestly believe someone simply strolled past them unnoticed?"
