Aubree’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
Not after the training.
Not after the note under my pillow.
Not after the phone call.
Not after the way both of them held me like I was already half-gone.
The house was silent — the kind of silence that didn’t feel like peace.
It felt like a warning.
Like the walls themselves were listening.
My skin buzzed with leftover adrenaline and fear and… something warmer. Something reckless. Something that made my pulse trip every time I thought of their hands on me. Their voices. Their eyes.
I slipped out of bed.
Bare feet on cold wood. Breath shallow. Heart loud.
I didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t pretend I was going to the kitchen for water.
Didn’t tell myself this was a bad idea.
I knew exactly where I was going.
To them.
To the one place in this mansion w
