Kira's POV
The heavy door swung open, and I walked through the threshold, my stilettos creating a sharp rhythm against the polished marble. The entrance hall took my breath away. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls above my head, while a grand staircase curved upward with the elegance of a palace.
A servant appeared within seconds, offering a respectful curtsy before extending her hands toward our luggage. I couldn't suppress the satisfied smile spreading across my face. She looked so ordinary, so unremarkable with her plain uniform and hair pulled back severely.
She probably considered herself courteous, but all I felt was the intoxicating rush of authority. My authority, finally.
