One day became another and all she could do was guess that the Kindred were safe because there was no communication from them. She stayed in the manor, as requested, and only went back to her apartment to pick up more of her stuff as she needed it.
Moving into the manor was inevitable given that it was Brodie’s wish; he knew how to get what he wanted. But she found it easier and more discreet to pick up a few of her things at a time rather than taking a bunch at once.
Maintaining a normal routine was her responsibility, so she went to work at CI, did her job, and came home again. Sitting at her desk, she was counting down the seconds until she could leave to check the manor systems for signs of communication.
The intercom on her phone buzzed. “Can you come through to my office for a min
