JESSICA'S POV
My body hummed with a low, pleasant ache for the rest of the day. It was the good kind of sore, the kind that reminded me I'd done something. I practiced my stances in my room, the memory of Dominic's hands on my hips a ghost that made my skin warm. I walked through the quiet halls of the massive house, my ears straining, my eyes scanning shadows. I won't be ambushed again. Not by anyone.
By late afternoon, the adrenaline from the morning training had worn off, leaving a deeper tiredness. I realized I hadn't seen Robert in days. Not since the party, maybe longer. A weird little knot of guilt tightened in my stomach. He lived here too, in his own wing, and I'd been so wrapped up in his sons' chaos I'd forgotten about him.
I made my way to the east wing, the part of the hous
