Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting golden stripes across the black silk sheets. Faith woke with a start, her body tense even in sleep. The empty side of the bed mocked her. Ronan hadn’t returned last night. Good. She didn’t need his presence or his pity.
She sat up, pushing her dark hair out of her face. The silk nightdress clung to her skin, a reminder of the luxurious cage she now lived in. Her family’s faces flashed in her mind—her mother’s tired smile, her father’s slumped shoulders. She had to see them. Make sure the debts were truly gone. Ronan’s orders be damned.
A quick shower in the massive marble bathroom cleared her head. She chose simple clothes from the closet: jeans that hugged her hips and a soft sweater. Nothing flashy. Nothing tha
