Scandals Of The Powerful. Sarah Morgan

for all your help.’

      ‘You have to eat something,’ Ella started, and then shut up. After all, she wasn’t his mother. Not that his own mother would be worrying too much—Carmela Corretti’s only concerns were fashion and manicures.

      ‘Just have a bath.’ Ella settled for, ‘I don’t care whether or not you eat. I for one happen to be starving, so I’m chasing them.’

      ‘Sure.’

      He headed to the bathroom and after a few minutes there was a knock at the door and Ella stood as the maid set up the table.

      ‘Thank you,’ Ella said, pouring herself a coffee and trying not to overthink who he’d been with last night. It was none of her business what Santo got up to.

      She flicked through the papers, reading some of the more salacious details that had come out. They were the most complicated of families and for a while she was lost in the gossip. But later, glancing at the bedside clock, Ella realised he’d been in there ages. She thought maybe he had fallen asleep and she tried to ignore the knot of worry in her stomach, but after a moment or two she knocked.

      ‘Breakfast is here.’

      Ella stood at the door and all she could hear was silence.

      ‘Santo...’ She knocked again. ‘Answer me.’

      Nothing.

      ‘Santo!’ Ella tried to keep the note of panic from her voice as she thought of head injuries and hangovers and the fact that the newspaper headlines could be far worse tomorrow than they were now. She was actually terrified for him.

      ‘Santo!’ She rapped loudly. ‘If you don’t answer then I’m going to have to come in.’

      Still nothing.

      Ella tried the handle, but of course it was locked.

      Heart in her mouth she ran to her bag, rummaging through it and then through her purse to find a coin. With shaking fingers, she fitted it into the slot and turned the lock.

      ‘Santo!’ she shouted and when still there was no response, Ella knew she had no choice but to go in.