Kael’s POV
The tires crackled over the gravel like bones beneath our wheels as we rolled into the estate… my estate. Abegail’s supposed new home. If you could call this cold monument of stone and silence a home.
The sprawling manor loomed ahead, its windows catching the dying light like distant, watching eyes. The wind whistled through the trees like a warning.
I didn’t spare Abegail a glance. I didn’t need to. She sat beside me, fingers clamped tight around her handbag like it held something precious, hope, maybe. Foolish girl. There was no hope here. Not for her.
“George,” I said coolly, stepping out of the car, my shoes sinking slightly into the gravel, the wind tugging at my coat. "I straightened the cuffs of my jacket with precise distaste. “Take her to the visitors’ apartment. Fa
