Catherine slipped into her nightgown, the soft fabric settling against her skin as the night finally began to quiet around her.
But her mind didn't.
Even as she stood before the mirror, carefully working through her skincare routine, her thoughts kept circling back, sharp, alert, and unwilling to rest.
Jonathan wouldn't stop here. And if he traced things back far enough… Her fingers paused for just a second against her cheek.
Bernice.
If he realized Bernice had given her access, if he even suspected it, he wouldn't hesitate. Not with the way he had sounded on the call. Not with what was at stake now.
And Dorian…
Catherine exhaled slowly, her gaze lowering.
Dorian wouldn't attack directly.
He would use people.
And Bernice, who was soft-hearted, loyal to a fault, would walk straight into danger if it meant helping her.
"No…" Catherine murmured under her breath.
Calling Bernice would only make it worse. She would panic, or worse… act.
