"How can someone be so oblivious of the consequences and take voyeuristic photos of us?"
Kristyn folded her arms on the table. The photographer wasn't working for the media, he was working for that snake Bane and she had done a terrible job at pretending she was suspecting only the paparazzi. Horace just looked at her with that faint, enigmatic smile on his face that made her want to use a club on him. He wanted her to just stop trying to understand his family. Why wasn't she doing just that?
"Please, Kristyn I want you to-"
The video distorted, cracking a few times, the audio cut off with a beeping replacement and finally lost all signal connection from its main source.
Bane swore at his tablet with a look that was hot enough to fry a steak. That was his final camera inside that room. Why did he have to be an angel anyway? Poseidon had just been whispering in the little ear of his nephew where all his big uncle's video spy cameras had been installed before their lodging.
