The mansion was quiet, too quiet, which was just the way Felix liked it. After last night's struggl , he had hoped for a calm start.
He strode down the hallway, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing veins running taut over tensed forearms. His brows were slightly furrowed, dark lashes still heavy with sleep, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he paused in front of the guest room door.
He knocked once. No answer.
Fingers gripping the doorknob, he pushed the door open.
Empty.
The sheets on the bed were neatly arranged, untouched. His eyes narrowed. "She left?" he muttered under his breath, stepping into the room to scan for any sign of her belongings.
Nothing. Not even the heels she'd stumbled in with last night.
