{Hailey’s POV}
Kiara popped a strawberry into her mouth, then looked at me like she was about to start a fight. We were sitting in one of the smaller lounge rooms near the east wing, legs kicked up, sunlight pouring through the window like we were two girls on vacation instead of in the middle of some gothic mess.
“Okay,” she said suddenly, smirking. “Which one?”
I blinked. “Which what?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. Which Lachlan brother do you like?”
I choked on my water. “Excuse me?”
Kiara leaned forward like a gossip-hungry teenager. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it. They’re all hot. Each in their own tortured-rich-boy way. You’ve been living in the same creepy house as them for how long now? One of them has to be your type.”
I tried to laugh it off. “I don’
