Lily POV
I woke with a crick in my neck and the faint imprint of leather stitching pressed into my cheek. For one disorienting moment, I had no idea where I was.
Then the scent hit me. Dust. Leather. Old paper.
The library.
Right.
Murdered billionaire. Four-hundred-and-twenty-billion-dollar inheritance. Six months of confinement with three strangers.
Normal Tuesday.
Gray morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows between the shelves. Sometime during the night, someone had lit a fire in one of the stone hearths. The embers had long since cooled.
I checked my watch.
Six twenty-three.
Early enough that the others were probably still asleep.
Good.
I preferred thinking without an audience.
After stretching the stiffness from my shoulders, I wandered deepe
