Nova
That was the line in the sand. That was the official declaration of the Cold War. I stood up; I didn't wait for him to respond. I just grabbed my little suitcase and started walking back the way he had come, toward that massive, ridiculously luxurious mansion.
“Wait, Nova!” he called out. “We need to talk about the plan! We need to figure out who gets what!”
I didn't even turn around. I just kept walking.
My strategy was simple: maximum distance, minimum communication. Camille wanted us to bond? Fine. I was going to turn this place into a massive, gorgeous boarding house where we just happened to share a postcode.
When I reached the mansion, I didn't stop to admire the marble floors or the vaulted ceilings. I walked straight past the living area and started mapping the territory.
