I stared out the window, my mind replaying the day’s events like a film reel. From the breakfast William bought me to the genuine laugh I’d managed to coax out of him, and finally, to the bodyguard sitting in the driver's seat.
William was a puzzle, a fortress of cold steel with secret windows that only occasionally let the light through.
When the SUV pulled into the driveway, the mansion stood tall and imposing, its stone facade bathed in the silver glow of the moon.
"Have a good night, Miss Mayfield," he said, his voice as neutral as ever.
"Thank you. For everything," I replied.
I hurried inside, I expected to find William in the study or perhaps lingering in the kitchen for a late-night snack, but the house was eerily silent.
The grand clock in the hallway ticked away, marking t
