Asher
The front doors to my estate shut behind me with a hollow, echoing thud. I didn’t wait for the housekeeper’s greeting. Just brushed past the staff and shrugged off my cloak with a sharp flick, letting it fall to the entry bench instead of placing it on the hook like I normally would.
“Shall I light a fire to the study, my Lord?” someone asked behind me.
“No.” My voice came out too clipped. I didn’t turn around. “Leave everything.”
The hall was dimly lit, pools of golden glow falling from the wall sconces in soft intervals. Normally, I found the shadows elegant. Tonight, they felt smug.
I walked straight to the study, my footsteps loud on the stone floor. The door opened with a push and clicked shut behind me, sealing me into the one room in the estate that was mine and mine alon
