Cindy
I watched as Nigel strolled into the manor like he owned the place, his typically slow gait making my skin crawl. It was always the same with him—calm, measured, and lacking any of the fire I craved. As much as I tried to ignore it, his presence only highlighted the gaping chasm between him and Kendrick.
Kendrick, who was commanding, powerful, and fierce. Kendrick, who exuded dominance with every word, every step. Nigel, on the other hand, was nothing more than a shadow of what I had once hoped he would become.
“Cindy,” Nigel called, his voice soft and annoyingly polite as he approached me in the sitting room. “I heard there’s been… tension while I was away.”
I didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to focus on the book in my hands—a book I wasn’t reading. I flipped a page
