Grace woke up feeling warm all over. It took a moment before she realized she was in bed. She scrambled out, dashing into the bathroom to rinse her face.

The red marks on her neck caught her eye. She leaned closer to the mirror and tried scrubbing them, but they wouldn't come off.

"Guess even fancy houses aren't safe from mosquitoes," she thought.

A new toothbrush was neatly placed by the sink. She quickly brushed her teeth and headed downstairs.

The clock read 6:00 am, but breakfast was already laid out. Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his phone pressed to his ear. Grace kept her distance, planning to let Susie know she was leaving when Susie called out to her.

"Ms. Lambert, you should have breakfast before you go. Mr. Henderson's orders."

Grace felt a sudden warmth spread through her. Ethan might come across as cold on the outside, but deep down, he was all heart.

"Did he already eat?" Grace asked.

"Nope. He said he'd wait for you," Susie answered.

Grace sat at the table, figuring it would be a while before he was ready. But the moment she settled in, Ethan hung up the phone. He wheeled himself over and began eating his breakfast without saying a word.

Grace wanted to wish him a good morning, but he didn't seem like he was in the mood for conversation. Her hand, raised in greeting, slowly fell back to her lap.

was always so composed with his pale skin, looking almost as if he'd stepped out

quickly until Susie's

in mid-air. After a moment, he calmly resumed slicing

her fingers over the marks, barely registering them. "No idea.

cream. "You should put some of this

Grace replied, applying a little of

out, only to find Ethan getting ready to

unnecessary. She stayed by the door until he caught up, then quietly took the

driver's side, but as she leaned in, she noticed Tim

the first to get out. She started moving toward Ethan's

to avoid sending the wrong message. She caught on and made her way up alone. Tim had never been fond

dark circles under his eyes and let out a mocking, cold snort as soon as he

she thought. She brushed him

long for Yancey to give in. He walked

a street race at midnight. Mrs. Lambert says you're coming with

in the middle

a trace of irrational concern for her reckless brother still lingered.

happening. I don't need the rumors. I'll go alone," she

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