Over the next few days, I made it my personal mission to get my spiraling paranoia under a tight leash. It wasn't easy because every time a floorboard creaked or a maid lingered a second too long while fluffing the pillows, my heart would jump into my throat.
I had to learn how to compartmentalize the terror of knowing someone was watching us with the mundane reality of living in a mansion.
I spent a lot of time watching myself in the mirror, practicing my neutral face until it felt like a mask I could slip on and off at will. I told myself that if I looked scared, I was basically putting a target on Luther and Lucy too. I started taking slow, deep breaths whenever I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck, forcing my muscles to relax so I wouldn't give anything away through m
