The estate was silent, except for the distant sound of the night patrol vans on the outer wall.
Rashel sat at her desk in the east wing, bent over lines of security schematics, but her focus was deviating. The room was almost dark, save for the soft glow of the screens and the dimly lit lamp in the corner.
She was used to the quiet now. Used to the isolation in the east wing that had become her life since the last attempt on her life and her child’s. That was what birthed this home office and birthed the new Rashel.
A sharp knock broke the stillness in the room.
“Come in,” she called, setting her pen down.
Milla stepped in, her shoulders tense and her eyes scanning the room like she expected an ambush behind the curtains.
“What is it?” Rashel asked, sitting straighter.
She closed th
