I knew Willams had heard every single word of my fight with Kiara. He had been standing close enough to catch every syllable. But I was also certain he wouldn’t comment. He never did.
“I’m still looking for the Davenport,” I said sharply. I needed a distraction. Before, the search had been something to do. Now it was a necessity. My chest still felt tight from what I’d said to Kiara—and what she hadn’t said to me.
Without her, the thought of wandering through this mansion felt heavier, like each step echoed too loudly. We’d already checked George Lachlan’s office. Where else could someone hide a Davenport desk?
I focused on that question, not my sister. Not her phone. Not Craig. Not Richard.
“I’ve heard,” I said after a long pause, “that this house has more than one library.” I looked
