~ Selene ~
“Is the little mouse still hiding in the library, or has she finally figured out how to use the intercom?” I didn't wait for Maribel to answer. I brushed past the head housekeeper, the sharp click of my heels echoing off the limestone floors of Moore Crest. The house always felt too large for someone as small as Amara Kline. It was a fortress of taste and history, a place where people like her were meant to be seen and not heard—and preferably not even seen.
“She is in the library, Ms. Moore,” Maribel said, her voice like sandpaper. She didn't try to stop me. She knew better. Maribel was smart enough to mirror Gideon’s indifference, which meant she treated Amara like a temporary guest who had overstayed her welcome.
“Wonderful. I’m here to help her,” I said, flashing a smile
