CHAPTER 10: THE SECRETS HE KEPT
(SAVIOUR’S POV)
I didn’t want to come home today.
In truth, I despised every square inch of this estate. It was nothing more than a sprawling, gilded prison built on my father’s icy, unyielding authority. The towering wrought iron gates swung open with a heavy, ominous hum, and as I glided my sleek matte black car through the driveway, a familiar suffocating weight settled over my chest. I usually found ways to stay away for as long as possible, preferring the noise and violence of the hockey rink to the suffocating silence of this mansion. But as my tires crunched against the manicured gravel near the service quarter entrance, the last person I expected to see standing under the late afternoon shadows was her.
Lorain Hart.
I recognized her the second m
