CLEFF’S POV
The first thing I noticed as I stepped into the Davis estate was silence , not peace, not calm, but the type of silence that screamed of something broken.
I adjusted my cufflinks, silver ones bearing the Grayson crest, and moved past the staff who appeared to blend into the walls like shadows escaping from fire.
Niini mentioned to me that matters were becoming uncontrollable. However, this? This stillness? That was more painful than any shouting.
I discovered her in the hallway, resting against the window, arms crossed firmly over her chest. Niini. Keen as glass and equally perilous when shattered. She looked at me but didn’t grin.
“She's not doing well,” she said softly.
"Leena?" I inquired, already aware of the response. Her name held significance in my mouth...reco
