I’m still shaking when I get back to Benedict’s mansion. My cheek is on fire, my heart is pounding, but I refuse to let any tears fall.
No way am I giving Alex that power. Not anymore.
Stepping inside Benedicts house — I guess my house, now, too — feels like a breath of fresh air. The place is big and bright and luxurious, but somehow cozy and warm too. It’s nothing like the other homes in the Hollywood Hills, and I feel safe here.
I take a step forward, and something catches my eye on the entryway table.
A bouquet of white blooms.
My breath hitches when I realize what they are — Kadupul flowers. Nearly two dozen, all in perfect bloom. Where on earth did he find these? And how are they still blooming?
The gesture hits me square in the chest, and before I can stop it, a tear slips down my cheek. But I’m smiling too. How can I not?
Beside the bouquet is an envelope. I open it, and inside is a note from Benedict: Kylie, use this for whatever you need. Take care of yourself. I’ll see you tonight.