Gwen
That Monday morning I rushed downstairs the second I heard my father’s bodyguard had arrived.
I hadn’t seen Cedric all of Sunday. One full day without even a glimpse of him, and I had already spent most of it feeling restless in a way I couldn’t entirely justify and wasn’t going to examine too closely. I told myself it was boredom. It was a convincing lie for approximately the first hour and significantly less convincing after that.
I missed him. More than I wanted to admit and more than made any rational sense given the nature of what existed between us.
When I reached the study, he was already there, standing quietly beside my father the way he always did, posture straight and composed, expression neutral in that particular way he had when he was being professionally invisible.
