While they were all focused on Leo—the "New King" of the Keith empire—I quietly stepped around the group.
I kept my head down, my sneakers making almost no sound on the stone steps. I felt like a ghost walking through a dream that wasn't mine. As I passed them, I could hear Gabriel telling the boy about the history of the front doors, his voice full of a pride he had never shown me.
"Fiona?" Nathan's voice caught me just as I reached the heavy oak doors.
I paused, but I didn't turn around. I knew if I looked back at him—and saw him standing there with Natasha and the boy—I might actually break.
"I'm just going to go put my bag away," I said, my voice sounding thin and hollow in the vast entryway.
I slipped inside. The grand foyer felt colder than the air outsid. I hurried up the stairs, my heart thumping painfully against my ribs.
