**Katherine**
I drove back home from the Blackwood resort. I had left in my own car, just as I had arrived.
Adrian disappeared onto another road moments after we left the resort parking lot. Neither of us suggested driving together or mentioned what had happened between us at the hotel.
We were becoming experts at pretending nothing had changed.Yet everything had , a lot has changed.
Asher words refused to leave my mind. “I don't know... I just feel like we are missing something.”
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Grandfather had been unusually warm toward Adrian throughout dinner.
Why? Who exactly is Adrian Sinclair?
About thirty minutes later, I drove into the Mansion. I greeted a few members of the staff absent-mindedly before heading upstairs to my room.Sleep is the
