Michael's POV
My heart feels at peace even though my mind ran ragged. After everything that happened, Havana still trusted me. I had to tell her everything, but how was I supposed to meet with her? Jane was watching my every move and questioning my every step. There was no way that I could meet with Havana without Jane knowing.
I pace back and forth, my eyes tracing the triangular patterns on the black carpet. Lately, my bedroom was my only safe space in the manor. Once I revealed to Jane my truths, she had been everywhere. I thought she was nauseating before — it was nothing compared to now.
The bedroom door swung open without a knock. Who could that be? My back had frozen, fearful that Jane was infiltrating my room. This was my only escape from her; the only place where she hadn't dar
