I pulled my hair into a messy bun and slipped into the black pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. They fit well for once, not too snug, not too loose—comfortably forgettable. Killian had excused himself while I was in the shower.
Can you feel distant and close to someone at the same time?
I stared at my expressionless face in the bathroom mirror. I waited for something to come to me—anything. A thought. An emotion. But nothing did.
Knight Manor.
Calling it a manor felt like an understatement. It was a palace. I used to think the Anderson Mansion was ostentatious, but compared to this? The Anderson estate looked like a quaint cottage.
Nina, the head of staff from the beach house, actually worked primarily here. She was the only familiar face, though the rest of the staff kept a quiet, respe
