Kimberly
The library was breathtaking. The moment Kendrick left me alone, I allowed myself a moment of wonder. Rows upon rows of books towered above me, each filled with knowledge, history, and stories that could transport me anywhere but here.
But this wasn’t what I had asked for.
I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. Kendrick had given me something, though it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. But it was a step—a small c***k in the door that I needed to widen.
If I played this right, I could convince him to let me take proper lessons. Maybe even to leave the estate on my own eventually.
I took a book from the shelf, something about world history, and settled into one of the plush chairs. I had no real interest in reading at the moment, b
