The house was quiet. Too quiet for Damian's liking. Bruce had dragged him to some business partner's estate in Bristol — a sprawling modern mansion that smelled like lemon polish and old money. His father was in a meeting. He was supposed to be "entertaining himself."

And then — footsteps. Soft. Unhurried.

She grabbed a drink. Turned. And just before she disappeared back upstairs, she glanced his way.