Back at the estate, Amira went straight to her room. The house felt emptier than usual, shadows stretching long across marble floors. She changed out of her lunch clothes into comfortable jeans and a soft sweater, needing to shed the armor of Mrs. Leon Mercer, even if just for a few hours. Her studio key sat on her desk, catching the afternoon light. A lifeline. A promise of something that was hers. She grabbed her sketchbook and the key, then paused at her door. Where was Leon? Usually by now, he'd have summoned her for some meeting, some reminder of the rules, some new way to tighten the leash. The silence felt ominous. Amira found him in his study, standing by the window with a tumbler of amber liquid. He didn't turn when she entered, but his posture shifted—acknowledging her presence without welcoming it. "You're back," he said. Statement, not question. "Samuel reported my return?" "He always does." Leon took a slow sip of his drink. "How was Giselle?" "Poisonous. As expec
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