Brianna yawned, exhaustedly. Maybe tomorrow.
Climbing the stairs, she was halfway up when a blur of movement from the top of the stairs sent a rush of adrenaline through her tired system.
Before she could even register the figure, a solid weight slammed into her shoulder. "Ah!"
Her foot slipped on the polished wood. She staggered sideways, her fingers digging for a grip until they clamped onto the cold rosewood railing.
She felt her heart leap into her throat, the sudden vertigo made her head spin.
"Watch where you're—"
She cut herself off as she looked at the "intruder."
It was Keenan. He wasn't even looking at her; he was hunched over, his head craned back toward the upper hallway with the panicked expression of a man fleeing a crime scene.
"Keenan?"
The eighteen-year-old nearly jumped out of his skin, his head snapping around. "Auntie! I mean, baby! Why didn't you tell me Uncle Lucian has returned?"
