Rachel's pov
I was sitting up in bed, picking at the lunch Petra had ordered from some expensive restaurant, it was roasted salmon with asparagus. I looked up sharply when the door opened.
Petra looked up from where she'd been reading on the sofa, and her whole face softened.
"Edmund," she said, standing.
A man walked in.
He was tall, probably in his early sixties, with silver hair swept back from his strong face. His suit was impeccable, dark navy, perfectly tailored, with a Patek Philippe watch gleaming at his wrist. Everything about him spoke of power and wealth.
But it was his eyes that caught me. They looked just like Levi’s.
He stopped just inside the door, his gaze fixed on me. For a long moment, he just stared, and I saw his jaw work as he swallowed.
His composure cracked
