The silence of the duplex suite was not the peaceful quiet of a sanctuary. I sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day's interview pressing into my bones. I had thought that after hearing that Kaeren had cleared my name—proving I wasn't the murderer of Jake and Cora—would bring a sense of relief.
Instead, it had only stripped away my armor, leaving me exposed to the cold reality of my situation.
I didn't want to bother Kaeren. Every time I looked into those golden eyes, I saw the $300 million blackmail I had shackled him with. I saw the way he looked at me with recognition and civilized loathing.
So, when he suggested I move into the suite with Tasha, I didn't fight him. I didn't have the strength left to demand a place in his bed when I knew I hadn't earned a place in his heart.
