SCARLETT
The lights flickered once then the entire Laurent estate plunged into darkness.
I froze in the hallway, laundry basket in my arms.
“Stay where you are,” Simon's voice cut through the dark from the study down the hall.
I didn't move, my heart was already racing from the blackout, from being alone in a house with him again.
Simon approached, holding a flashlight. He stood there in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. He looked more dangerous in the dark.
“Power's out,” he said unnecessarily. “The generator will kick in, but it'll take a minute.”
I nodded, my throat was dry. “Mom?”
“Still at her event in town,” Simon replied. “The driver says roads are tight with traffic. She won't be home for hours.”
The generator came on, but only the emergency lights came on.
I sh
