s shoulder, his voice dipping int
night," Bail
*
t the night would stretch endlessly. But when her eyes flu
about this; Baila knew sh
going to
was wrapped in Rowan's embrace. His arm was firm around
ried to ease herse
h lingering sleep, vibrated against her skin as his arm instinctively tigh
t had been different. He had fallen asleep effortlessly.
idn't want to
tside. "I have to get up," she murmured, forcing calm into her
there enough servants in this house?
she was Phoebe.
," Baila said, untanglin
his eyes. His sleep-induced haze lifte
, slipped on her clothes, and left
clung to him, always finding an excuse to stay close. Yet s
*
Phoebe turned toward her with a dark expression. "Baila, it's 6:05. You spent five extra m
er in bed. But this morning... This morning, she had been wrapped in Rowan's warmth. His arms ha
ebe's glare. "If you're so concerned, then
t the night wide awake, stewing in frustrat
t hand. Phoebe's expression shifted. "
blin
Phoebe. Why was everyone sudde
hed into her pocket, pulling o
s eyes
s. People often said a woman's scent could reveal everything about her, and thi
frenzy among New York's elite. Socialites and high-society women scrambled to get the
veted release-the very one Phoebe had begged
ila ha
ou get this perfu
the perfume to
rie
she had a frie
s meant that if she wanted to sleep beside Rowan, she ha
a across the face. "You ugly bitch! Why would you need perfum
e's wrist just befo
n them. A small smile touched her lips. "Oh? So it's not a was
ou
lash out, some movement caught her eye. The maste
cally and stumbled backward.
wan walked ov
ated fall, the feigned hurt-it was all an act. She li
Rowan's voice was devoid
r to apologi
frame straight. "I didn't push her.
eeve, whining, "Honey, she
ngerously. "I'm giving you one last chance,"
ieved
his bed. Yet in the daylight, hi
re than a stand-in, a temporary placeholder w
ked victoriously, her eye
ain Baila wo
. Then, without warning, she stepp
A
tumbled backward, lan
ot up h
up with tears
e. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hayes," she said
ked at her
l excuse me, I have work to do." With that
s completely out of line-you have to do something!"
lingered on Baila's retreating fi
eeve, her face streaked with tears. Thick layers of makeup clun
had been different. Her skin had been
on feel so starkly diff
im in. But in the da
rrowing. "Was it really you w