Mr. Brandt lets me sit in the study. He doesn't say anything as he hands me a glass of water.
I drink it quietly and keep my gaze lowered, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Of all people, why did it have to be him who found me?
Not that it wouldn't have been humiliating if the servants or security had discovered me, but with him… I don't know. It feels worse somehow.
Still, I should be thankful. If he hadn't found me, I'd probably still be in that room having a full-blown panic attack. Maybe even passed out by the time someone finally thought to check.
"Thank you," I murmur after a long silence.
I'm surprised he hasn't left. Instead, he stays across from me, leaning on the back of the sofa while I sit in a chair in the middle of the study.
"And I'm sorry—"
"I don't want to hear more sorries from you."
His cold tone makes my heart jump. I lift my gaze nervously and find him still watching me, eyes grim and unreadable.
