{Hailey’s POV}
If the walls of Lachlan House could talk, I think they’d scream.
The morning after my welcome-to-hell party, the estate was too quiet. Not hungover quiet. Calculated. Like the silence was… waiting for something.
My wing. I felt ridiculous even thinking about the words. In my mansion. The first four doors led to suites, each of them sized to make a king bed look tiny. The closets could have doubled as bedrooms. And the bathrooms! Showers with built-in seats and a minimum of three different showerheads apiece.
I took the longest shower of my life. The hot-water supply was endless. The glass doors on the shower held in the steam. It was like having my sauna. After drying off with plush, oversized towels, I put on my ratty pajamas and flopped down on what I was pretty sure we
