Inside their room, Jessica sighed deeply as she kicked off her shoes in weariness and climbed into bed. She needed to sleep and wade off some emotions and disturbing memories.
Jessica shook her head gently, hoping to shake away the thoughts clouding her mind, but they clung stubbornly. Her heart still raced, a quiet thunder that echoed through her chest.
The image of Lady Matilda's warm embrace and the scent of lilies—so eerily similar to her late mother's—haunted her like a whisper from the past. Her fingers twitched slightly, the memory stirring emotions she thought she had buried long ago.
Beside her, Davis's sharp eyes didn't miss a thing. He had been watching her closely, silently observing every flicker of emotion that passed through her face. From the moment she shifted uncomfortably to the way her brows furrowed, he noticed it all.
