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In the living room, Mia Grant was sitting alone on the floor, eating ice cream.
It had just been brought up by a hotel staff member, likely at Yates Donovan's request.
It was vanilla-flavored, just a single small scoop.
The room was very warm, and Mia Grant felt hot even in her slip dress.
The ice cream was melting fast; she couldn't eat it quickly enough to keep up.
She heard footsteps behind her. Mia Grant turned and saw Silas Grant coming out of the bedroom.
He was wearing a bathrobe, its collar slightly agape, revealing a sliver of his chest.
He studied her. "Not sleepy?"
Mia Grant made a small sound. After a moment's thought, she nodded agreeably. "A little."
Silas Grant smiled, seemingly pleased. He walked over and turned off the projector for her, then bent down to get closer.
As he drew near so suddenly, Mia Grant flinched back in surprise.
The man's eyes darkened.
