KENDRA
The house was too quiet when Pascal left my office.
For a while, I just sat there, staring at the faint glow of the computer screen, trying to convince my heart to slow down. But it wouldn’t. Not after what almost happened. Not after what almost didn’t.
I closed the laptop, gathered the papers into neat stacks and finally made my way upstairs. The lights along the corridor were dimmed, casting soft amber pools across the floor. The mansion at night always felt like something out of a dream.
At the landing, I hesitated.
Two doors waited at opposite ends of the hallway. Mine and his. The idea of running into him again tonight made my pulse jump, though I told myself it was just exhaustion.
When I finally reached my room, I pushed the door open and sighed. My reflection stared ba
