Margot POV
I was halfway up the stairs when Rhett answered, voice low.
“Melanie’s always preferred Arian. You know that.”
“Oh? We’re still concerned with preferences now?”
The dryness in her tone could have cut glass.
I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it for a second.
The rest of the house felt like a different dimension.
My room was the only place that was still mine, except for the nights I cracked the door open just enough to glimpse him moving through the dark hallway like a shadow that knew it owned the building.
Sleep wasn’t happening.
The conversation with his mother sat under my skin like grit.
Eventually, I pulled on a robe and headed for the indoor pool.
Henry had made it clear early on that overlapping space with Rhett was to be avoided, but it was late enou
