~Caden’s POV~
Three days.
He knows the number without having to count it. It sits in him the way certain facts sit — not filed, not processed, simply present, the way a stone sits at the bottom of still water. Three days since the Conrad call. Three days since he stood at the window and watched Cresthaven wake up below him and said nothing further to Rhys about any of it.
Three days since Vivienne moved her belongings into the guest wing.
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He had not agreed to it, precisely.
That is the thing he keeps returning to, in the intervals between the work that requires his actual attention. He had not said yes. She had presented it as a logistical observation — the drive from her current accommodation was inefficient, the security arrangements at Blackwell Manor were superior, the northe
