A heavy, oppressive cloud hung over the entire mansion for days, a clear reflection of Victor's foul, unrelenting mood.
Desmond toyed lazily with my fingers as we sat together, a sharp, mocking glint in his gloomy eyes. "The bastard's death anniversary is coming up. Victor won't be at peace for a second."
The bastard he spoke of was Miranda's first love, Victor's biological father—the man Killian had driven to his death years prior.
Desmond leaned his weight against my shoulder, the motion looking like a couple's embrace to any hidden cameras, but his voice dropped to a near-silent murmur, too low for any listening devices to pick up. "Lilli, I'm getting you out of here in two days."
I froze, lifting my head to meet his gaze in shock.
I had noticed subtle changes in his behavior over
