The closer they get to the stable, the more Fay seems to cheer up, as if she’s leaving the memories of last night behind. Kent can’t help the smile from his face when he sees it. He was worried for her last night – truly worried that some real damage had been done.Fay was delicate. He knew it intim
Last night, in the car, seeing Fay shake like that – the shock, the trauma in every muscle – it was one of the worst feelings of his life. He frowns, thinking of it now, of his extreme reaction to Fay’s physical danger. He’s a mafia boss, for heaven’s sake, Kent tells himself. It’s not like he ha
They stand like that for a moment, his hands on her waist, she leaning back against him – just an instant, really, before she pushes away and loops her horse’s reins over his head, using them as a lead. Fay smiles innocently at Kent, silently thanking him for the lift, and the two head back towards
I just shrug and shake my head as I climb out of the door, letting him know that I have no idea. I see that Kent has left chaos in his wake on the way to his office, people standing in the hallway staring after him with worried expressions. As I walk slowly into the house, I see Daniel come down th
I picked at my dinner that night, the food not tasting quite as good once I realized what was going on in the basement. This world is so confusing to me. On one hand, there’s so much beauty to it – the two days spent at the stables were some of the happiest moments of my life. But everything that h
“Fiona…” I say, my eyes widening. “I don’t know if I can – that’s so dangerous. If Kent -”“Please, baby,” she says, true pleading in her eyes. “I know what I’m asking you to do, and I wouldn’t ask it if it wasn’t so important. I promise you, I promise – no one you love will be hurt by you doing thi
Breakfast the next morning is…awkward.Kent serves Daniel and I eggs and sausage, sliding the plates onto the table next to our cups of coffee without a word of acknowledgement. Daniel and I dig in silently, both intuiting that it’s better to stay off Kent’s radar. When Kent’s back in the galley,
Kent says nothing and I frown a little. This was Kent’s very theory – why isn’t he confirming it? The room grows awkwardly quiet. “Would you mind,” Alden says, breaking the silence and gesturing towards me. “If I had a private moment with my daughter? I still haven’t had a moment alone with her. To