CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kendra
The ride home was quiet.
Pascal didn’t speak after his last words in the car, and I didn’t trust myself to. The city lights flickered across his face through the tinted window. He looked deep in thought, but I couldn’t tell if those thoughts included me.
When the car pulled into the long, curved driveway of the mansion, the headlights cut across the tall hedges, the fountain glimmering faintly in the moonlight. The house loomed ahead.
The staff had already retired for the night, and the lights in the main hall were dimmed, leaving the place bathed in soft silver from the moon streaming through tall windows. I kicked off my heels near the door, the relief instant. My feet throbbed. My head buzzed.
Pascal shrugged off his jacket and handed it to the butler, who
