Nathan’s POV
The instant I hear the creak of the floor boards, I knew someone had stepped into the room. That room is off-limits. Always has been. Always will be. It’s the one place in this suffocating mansion that remains mine, the one space I’ve managed to keep untouched by everyone else’s meddling.
I storm down the hallway, my fists clench at my sides, my jaw feels like it could snap.
When I open the door, I don’t bother to hide my anger. And there she is.
Abigail.
She stands frozen by the desk, her body stiff, her face pale. Her wide eyes snap to mine, full of emotions I can’t untangle—fear, maybe guilt. But one thing is clear: she’s been digging where she doesn’t belong.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” My voice comes out sharp and cold, as I fix my gaze on her.
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