Olivia POV
The email from Adrian arrived that night while I was sitting on the edge of the motel bed with an ice pack pressed to one scraped palm, and it read less like a job offer and more like something I should have needed a lawyer to review.
No phones should be used around Ethan except emergencies. No discussing the fire, under any circumstance, unless he brought it up first. No visitors on the property, ever. No personal calls made from inside the house without prior approval. Live-in for the full week, quarters in the east wing, a car would collect me at seven sharp.
I read the part about the fire four separate times, mostly because nobody had bothered to actually tell me what fire,? and I fell asleep still turning the word over in my head like a stone in my shoe.
I called my mot
