Nadia
The days stretched on. I began to recover my strength and spend more time in the rest of Vincent’s villa, instead of just sleeping and studying. He wasn’t completely alone here – there was a staff of servants to meet our every need, as well as guards. There was a chef, a laundry service, countless cleaners, and even a secretary.
It was the most comfortable, safe existence I’d ever known.
It took a lot of getting used to. The first time I shyly stopped a servant to ask where the cleaning supplies were, the woman frowned at me.
“Is there a problem in your rooms?”
I blinked. “Oh – I just spilled a mug of tea onto my rug. I’ll clean it up right away, I just don’t know where Vincent keeps things.”
The woman laughed outright, a fond and ringing sound. “Neither does he, I suppos
