The Knight estate loomed like something carved from another century—stone walls softened by ivy, tall windows glowing against the dusk, and a driveway lined with lanterns that spilled pale light across the gravel. Cass had expected wealth; she hadn’t expected this kind of quiet authority. Old money whispered from every brick.She adjusted her coat as she stepped out of the car, her heels crunching softly against the path. She wasn’t here by choice, not really. An invitation from Leo Knight was rarely just that—it was layered, deliberate, a chess move wrapped in charm. And yet, she’d accepted.The door opened before she reached it. A man stood there, tall, spare, and elegant in a black suit cut with precision. His eyes flicked over her once, sharp but unreadable. Not unkind, but assessing—like a man who had seen too much to be fooled easily.“Miss Blake,” he said, his voice low, modulated, with the faintest trace of an old-world accent. “Welcome. Mr. Knight is expecting you.”Cass incl
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