Bianca’s POV

Martha’s knock came soft but insistent. “Miss Bianca,” her voice drifted through the door, polite and soft as she pushed it open. “Mr. Sinclair sends for you… in his room.”

My heart faltered.

Damien was back…?

Since I heard about the shooting earlier, I wasn’t even expecting him here.

Maybe that’s why he was here, and sending for me, to ease himself.

For a long moment, I just sat there staring at the mirror across from me.

A large part of me ...