Chapter 506
Julie's POV
The sedan glided to a halt in front of the sweeping marble steps, but Robert lingered behind the steering wheel, his dark gaze locked on the windshield as the engine thrummed beneath the hood. I watched his jaw work slowly, the muscle ticking in his cheek as if he were forcing down a mouthful of ash and poison.
"Let's go," he finally rasped, shoving his door open.
I scrambled out after him, instinctively pulling the edges of my coat tight against the biting wind. Standing at the top of the grand staircase, framed by the massive ebony double doors, was Harold. His complexion was the color of unwashed bone, his eyes frantically dodging any direct contact with mine. Thomas was nowhere in sight. I couldn't decide whether his absence was a momentary mercy or the sickening prelude to a trap.
