Chapter 111
Katya POV
I stepped into the elevator and the metal doors slid shut with a soft hiss.
The air inside was cool, faintly smelling of cleaning agents and something metallic. I pressed the button for the third floor and leaned back against the wall, letting my shoulders drop for the first time this morning.
The ride was quiet — the kind of quiet where my thoughts suddenly got loud. Thoughts I didn't have time for.
Thoughts I didn't want. Dark, nasty things I never imagined I'd think. Thoughts that made me worry I was turning into exactly what my dad wanted. I really hope he's six feet down — if he was ever buried.
The elevator chimed, and the doors opened to the hallway leading to the kitchen. Compared to the upstairs floors, this area lived and breathed warmth, despite the flickers of unexpected hatred I sensed from a few of the maids.
My stomach growled as I stepped out and headed down the wide hallway toward the kitchen.
