CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

“ Genevieve ? What are you doing here?”

He was still a few steps down from her. Enough that she had space to get up, so she did. She ran up the rest of the stairs, down the hallways, through the entryway, and up another flight to the east wing. She locked the door behind her even though it was useless.

That other woman knew Genevieve had been there. What must she think? Was she going to be angry about it? Embarrassed?

A moment later, the key turned in the lock and Clint stepped into the room, sucking all the air out. Snowball and Squish hid under the bed. Whether they were responding to his energy or her fear, Genevieve couldn’t be sure.

She eyed the cane firmly clasped in Clint’s hand. This could be the moment he lost control. She dropped to her knees, her legs not able to support her in the face of what might come next. She held her arms defensively in front of her. “Please, I’m sorry...”

He looked down, as if only now noticing he still held the cane. He crossed the room and se