Chapter 15
After his shower, Evan stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, steam billowing out behind him into the cool air of the bedroom. The silence of the mansion was supposed to be his sanctuary, but when he looked toward the bed, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
Eleanor was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her posture perfectly upright, her eyes tracking him with the sharpness of an eagle.
“Geez!” Evan jumped out of his skin, the sudden jolt of adrenaline making his heart hammer against his ribs. “Grandma, you scared the hell out of me,” he exclaimed, one hand clutching his chest while the other gripped the doorframe for support.
“When did you get home?” Eleanor asked, her voice calm, devoid of the evening’s earlier festive warmth.
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