His face was pale—ghostly pale.
Edith studied the man standing in front of her, her curiosity piqued. She’d never met anyone who looked quite like him. There was something undeniably charming about him, despite his eerie complexion.
She was still waiting for him to speak again, but for a moment, she found herself admiring him. Then, he smiled—just a small, friendly curve of his lips—and when their eyes met, Edith felt as though she was floating.
"Excuse me, Miss. May I ask a favour?" His voice was smooth, almost too polite. "I'm Kai Gregory. I live next door. Our water pipe’s busted, the plumber's off on holiday—mind if I use your loo?"
"You..." Edith faltered, caught off guard.
He tilted his head slightly. "I'm the grandson of the Gregory family."
"Oh, right! Come in. How's your gra
