Zoe POV

I stare at the closed door for a moment after the latch clicks.

Attendants just outside at all times. If you need anything, you only need to ask.

My jaw tightens. Vincent's phrasing was immaculate, as it always is—cordial, solicitous, the very picture of a well-run household looking after a valued guest. But the translation is clean and simple: there are people stationed outside that door around the clock, and they are not there to bring me extra pillows.

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