“A word, please, Lena?” Without allowing me a moment to reply, she gestured for me to follow and proceeded toward a set of French doors.Emotions still raw from what had unfolded moments ago in the bathroom, she was the last person I wished to speak with right then. Yet, like a well-trained pup, I trailed behind her. She closed the doors firmly behind us.“Have a seat.” She motioned toward a brown leather couch. Unlike the rest of the house, which was bright and airy, this room felt darker, more masculine. Built-in bookcases framed the walls, and on one side, a massive cherrywood desk stood imposing. Genevieve moved behind the desk, opening a cabinet. She extracted an ornate crystal liquor decanter and two glasses, pouring an amber liquid into each before offering one to me.“No, thank you.”“Take it. You might need it.” Her tight smile carried more venom than sweetness.What the hell. No reason to hold back anymore. I accepted the glass and drained half of it in a single gulp. The li
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