Chapter 8

“Miss Cassidy.” 

I had been so lost in my thoughts while waiting for the bus that the voice calling my name barely registered. It took a second—before I looked up.

And immediately stood when recognition struck.

“Silas.”

The elder Pierce butler regarded me with his usual cold, distant demeanor, his posture as rigid and immaculate as ever. Time had not softened him in the slightest.

“Madame Carina wishes to meet with you,” he said, gesturing toward the sleek black vehicle parked a short distance from the bus stop.

My heart thundered violently in my chest.