Silas looked up at me and asked if I wanted him to come with me to pack my things.
I shook my head. "No need. I don't have much stuff. I'll just head over by myself. It's no big deal."
I headed back to the villa the next day. When the fingerprint lock clicked open, the same robotic voice I'd heard for four years rang out.
"Welcome home."
The entire first floor was dead empty. Jaxsen had sent the whole kitchen team packing a while back.
I bolted up the stairs to the second-floor bedroom, hauled out the beat-up old suitcase I'd brought with me when I first moved in, and started shoving my things inside.
I didn't want any of the gifts Jaxsen had brought back from his business trips, and none of the jewelry either.
Once I'd packed my ID documents and the few sets of clothes I'd arrived
