Chapter 42 What The Hell Was That?

• It had been a few days since I had settled into Mr. Thorne’s mansion, and things between us hadn’t exactly warmed up. Sure, we exchanged the occasional “good morning” or “do you mind passing the salt?” at dinner, but beyond that? Ice.
• I tried not to dwell on it too much, focusing instead on cooking, keeping myself busy, and pretending I wasn’t overanalyzing his every move.
• Anya, of course, decided to change that the moment she walked into the mansion unannounced one afternoon.