Margot POV
Back at the research compound, I packed a few clothes and the basics from my tiny apartment.
It's pointless to take much, as the guest room at his place was already fully equipped.
I stood in the middle of the space for a second.
The whole place wasn’t bigger than some people’s bathrooms, but it felt like mine. Safe.
His house made my pulse jump for all the wrong reasons.
Lisa paced under my ribs, uneasy, as if it already knew the walls there wouldn’t protect either of us.
After work, the Vanderbilt driver showed up.
Henry was already in the car. We headed to a private atelier.
While Henry went over options with the tailor, I asked for a couple of fabric changes.
I’m on the thin side. A heavier wool would give me a little more weight and make me look less like I might
