Reina stared out the tall, frosted window of Rylan’s mansion. Her reflection faint against the soft gray sky. The days blended together into a long, endless loop. It was quiet most of the time, and it was becoming suffocating. But she'd made the silence her weapon, learning to be accustomed to the quietness.
She'd figured out two important things since her stay here: First, she was held on the top floor of a three-storey building. Second, Rylan allowed only two people into her space—himself and the housekeeper, Marta. Outside, his loyal men stood guarding the entrance to the house and the gates. She watched them take shifts every day from her window.
Somewhere in the hall, footsteps padded lightly over marble floors in the direction of her room. Reina already knew who it was; she'd memor
