Evelyn’s POV
Evelyn didn’t sleep that night.
She lay awake in the huge bed, her heart pounding hard against her chest long after the shadow had disappeared from the balcony. Every creak of the house, every brush of wind against the glass sent her heart racing.
By the time dawn broke, her body ached with exhaustion.
She moved mechanically through her routines, shower, clothes, brushing her hair into a neat ponytail. She tried to convince herself it had been nothing. Just her nerves. Just the size of the house.
But when she opened her door, a man stood in the hallway.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black.
Her breath hitched.
The man inclined his head, expression neutral. “Miss Carter. I’m part of Mr. Blackwood’s security team. For your protection.”
Her protection.
Evelyn forced
