NATALIE POV
I felt a presence in the room that was not Sebastian and not Mrs. Sarah.
I opened my eyes slowly.
Angela Grey was sitting with her legs crossed by the bedside. Dressed in a silk blouse the color of champagne and tailored wide-leg trousers, her hair was pinned up with the effortless precision of a woman who woke up looking naturally beautiful. A book was open in her lap. Her sunglasses were pushed up into her hair.
She looked completely relaxed for someone sitting in another person's bedroom.
Angela looked up from her book.
“Good morning," she said pleasantly. “I hope you slept well.”
I stared at her.
“Why are you in here?”
I sat up slowly and pushed my hair from my face. I noticed the other side of the bed was empty and cool—Sebastian was gone before I had even woken
