Kalev’s POV

She didn’t ask to see it. That was why I brought her.

The Architect’s room sat at the far end of the east wing, behind a door that most of the estate staff pretended did not exist. It required more than a simple key. It was a series of biometric locks and coded access. Only someone with the right authority could enter.

Over the past week, Senna and I had talked a bit. There were times when it seemed like she was letting her guard down. But then other times it would just snap right back up. She went into the forest everyday. And she spent most of...