Lilian’s POV
“I am not walking up those stairs,” I announced to the interior of the SUV. “They’re infinite. They go all the way to the moon. And my feet have resigned. They sent a letter of resignation. It was very formal.”
The engine cut, plunging the car into silence. Outside, the wind howled against the stone facade of Blackwood Manor, but inside, it was warm and smelled like leather and Alexander.
The door on my side opened. A blast of cold air hit me, followed immediately by Alexander’s large frame blocking the wind. He leaned in, bracing one hand on the roof of the car and the other on the seat back, effectively caging me in.
“The stairs don’t go to the moon, Lilian,” he said, his voice grave but with that undercurrent of amusement that I was starting to recognize. “They go to th
