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I wasn’t clever with gardens, so the flower beds were wild, and the lawn needed a trim, but the façade was freshly painted with lavender cheer, and I’d had the roof redone in a dark charcoal.

The privacy offered by the three-bedroom place made up for all the lonely nights I might have endured. I loved it. I loved that it was mortgage-free and waiting for me to return. I loved that it wasn’t just a house but my confidant who sheltered and protected me.

See you in a few days, house!

If only I’d known I’d lied that night.

It wouldn’t be a few days before I saw it again.

It would be never.

CHAPTER TWO

I WAS A CREATURE OF habit.

The moment the sun rose, I was awake. Not drowsy or groggy or still half asleep. When my eyes opened, my instincts were alert, my mind sharp, my body primed for a fight. I didn’t know if that was a product of my existence or something genetic, but I’d never get answers to those questions.

I’d never know why, after eleven years of living on my own, I’d chosen to stay. I’d never know if the world had imploded or if humans still walked the streets.

Questions like that didn’t interest me. Partly because it didn’t make any difference to my life but mostly because I didn’t care.

As long as I was left alone, then I was content.

As long as I didn’t do anything stupid and got hurt, I could live a good life hidden away from others.

Climbing out of bed, I quickly fluffed my pillow and tucked the blankets into neat corners under the mattress. The single bed was too small these days, and the frame had sunk in the middle, but it was the only place I felt safe enough to permit unconsciousness to find me.

It didn’t matter that this place had twenty other bedrooms. Each one was a tomb for a devil. I’d closed the doors and did my best to forget about them. Apart from this dormitory—tucked in the back wing above the kitchen and the ten-car garage with eight empty beds identical to mine—there was nowhere else I trusted. Nowhere else I’d fortified so strongly that every window was rigged with traps and the door groaned with locks.

Occasionally, in the past few years, I’d been tempted to claim the cavernous garage below as my own. The massive space promised a much comfier existence, and the fact that it only had one window and a bank of roller doors that could be jammed shut gave it a gold star in security.

It didn’t smell of oil or engine grease because it’d never housed a single car. It was utterly pointless to this estate. Vehicle access to this place wasn’t possible.

Helicopters weren’t welcome, boats couldn’t venture, no manmade transportation of any kind could enter. The only way in was via the cave, and the only way to find the entrance was to be shown.

Satisfied my bed was neat, I slipped my naked body into the clothes I’d laid out the night before. Unfortunately, I’d outgrown my old clothes over a decade ago. Now, I was forced to wear what was left behind. Every few years, I’d raid another wardrobe, chase away the moths, and claim a new outfit.

I didn’t like expensive. I didn’t like embellished. I liked comfortable and practical, and the expensive gray slacks and silky taupe shirt had long since lost any attempt at being rich.

Now, the slacks were more three-quarter length than full because the bottoms had been dragged in mud and caught on debris in the garden, leaving tattered material and jagged edges. A few holes lined the thighs, and a pocket was torn.

The shirt was no better.

The taupe now resembled dirt, thanks to the silk material not washing so well. Three of the top onyx buttons were missing along with one on the bottom, leaving my chest mostly on display. The cuffs had been torn off completely after I’d gotten pissed with the tightness around my wrists.

Not that I cared what I looked like. I’d long since smashed the mirrors in this place. I couldn’t remember exactly why I’d attacked them but, good riddance.

After one last survey of my dorm, one last glance at the matching empty beds, I strode to the door and undid the numerous locks barricading me in. Like always, hate trickled into my heart as I stepped past the comforts of my bedroom and my bare feet padded down the rough wooden staircase.

That hate only billowed as I stalked through the servant’s corridor and followed the stone wall to the kitchen. Dawn sunlight trickled over the marble tiled floor, etching the huge bank of honey-colored cupboards, wooden bench tops, and industrial-grade ovens in gold and red light.

My eyes adjusted from the darkness, grateful that another day had found me. That I’d survived another night. Two sparrows squabbled on the windowsill, hopping through the ivy vines and bouncing in the leaves.


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