Chapter Twenty-NineTHIS SHALL NOT STAND.
It was a silly thing, really. On occasion a word or phrase would take residence in her mind, like the refrain of an annoying song.
What had happened with Nicholas the night before could not stand, which was why Acacia was typing up her resignation letter.
The door and windows to her cave-like rooms were open, and the bright sunshine poured in. An hour earlier, one of the household staff had brought a breakfast tray. It sat on its stand by the door, nearly empty. It had been a feast: coffee, fresh yogurt with honey, fruit, and bread and cheese. She’d awoken ravenous and slaked her hunger next to the pool.
She’d seen Rick and Kurt that morning, but Nicholas’s bedroom door remained closed. She surmised he was still asleep.
She re-read her resignat
