Chapter Twenty

Hunter’s POV

I was halfway down the stairs when I realized I couldn’t go to work like I was. Turning, I was going to head back to the bedroom to change, but I couldn’t face Helena in my current mood. I had already said enough in anger.

Fucking great.

The laundry room was two floors down, which meant walking through the house in nothing but a towel. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit. But with Grace here... yeah. That was different. I wouldn’t have cared if the staff saw me. But Grace... she already looked at me like I’d grown horns lately. I didn’t need to make it worse.

Down the hallway and across the landing. Past the spare bedrooms where Grace’s room was, the landing was—empty, thankfully. I hitched the towel tight around my waist. I moved fast.

I made it into the laundry room without being seen, or so I thought.

The room smelled like lavender and something vaguely chemical. I dug through the racks of clean clothing and finally found one of my clean white shirts and a pair of my blac