Giselle went straight to the library to cool off. The library was bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of leather-bound books. Giselle sat at the massive desk, several thick folders splayed open before her. She didn't look up when the doors creaked open. She didn't need to. The scent of sandalwood and tobacco announced him before he even stepped into the light. "It’s late, Giselle," Richard said, his voice a low velvet rasp that seemed to pull at the air in the room. "The clock just told me that, Richard. I can count," she replied, her eyes never leaving the page in front of her. Richard walked further into the room, his hands shoved into the pockets of his nightie. He stopped at the edge of the desk, looking down at her. "Why aren't you sleeping? I imagine it’s quite quiet in the master suite now that you’ve chased my son out of his own bed." Giselle finally looked up. The lamplight caught the gold in her eyes, making the
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