Chapter 22: Wounds and Warmth
(Samantha's POV)
The grand entrance to Hector's estate felt both welcoming and intimidating. As we approached the door, Hector paused at an elegant shoe cabinet nestled in the entryway. He pulled out a pair of brand new designer wool slippers and placed them carefully in front of me.
"What are these for?" I asked, eyeing the plush slippers with surprise.
Hector's lips curved into a subtle smile. "They're for you. I anticipated we might be collaborating frequently in the future."
The gesture caught me off guard. Such thoughtfulness was unexpected, especially from someone as powerful as Hector Grayson. I hesitated, but only briefly.
"Thank you," I said, removing my troublesome high heels and slipping my feet into the wool comfort.
Hector helped me
