KAITLYN

I can feel my heart sink into the pit of my belly as the door pulls open and his footsteps fill the living room I am in.

I pull my legs together and rub my trembling hands, daring not to look up.

The choking scent of his cologne, the eerie sound of his footsteps, and the irritating yet commanding aura that fills the living room have told me who it is.

"Where is she, Mrs Catalina?" I hear him say and shiver slightly.

From the corner of my eye, I watch the head maid stand ...