Chapter 8

• I mean, really, I wasn't entirely convinced it was even possible for Byron St. James to out-douche himself. So maybe I was worrying over nothing.SEVENPrueI woke up at my usual time and dressed in yet another of the obnoxious uniforms, leaving my hair wet and down, and going to Byron's room with a lifted chin that did nothing to betray the spinning, whooshing sensation of my empty belly. But as I went in to grab the sheets, he was nowhere in sight. The bathroom wasn't even steamy. With a shrug and a silent 'thank you' to whatever higher power was obviously watching over me in that moment, I took the sheets down the stairs and stopped halfway down the hall.
• Byron's office door was open, but he wasn't inside. The kitchen was as spic and span as usual, but there was no one making food. There also seemed to be none of the maids bustling about either. I backtracked a few steps to look out the front door, hopeful that the usual guards would be missing as well.
• It was asking for too much.