Sienna
An exhale left my lips, equally smooth and so damn frustrated.
I felt like a caged bird.
I had paced several hallways at least two times before I realized I was doing it again.
The doors along the corridor were carved oak, polished to a dark sheen. Some opened into guest suites, sitting rooms, and private studies. Others remained firmly locked. I suspected Xavier used those locked rooms for something more personal than he was going to admit.
I stopped before one of the locked doors and stared at the brass handle. It gleamed under the chandelier light, untouched.
I was curious, but not enough to try it. A soft sigh left me as I turned away.
I had passed by the children's room twice already in the past hour. On my third pass, I paused and gently cracked the door open.
