POV: Kesley.

It’s a cold Wednesday morning, and I was still cuddled up in Leo’s arms, letting the nannies take care of the kids today while I sleep in.

In this mansion, I am not treated as a slave, like when I used to live with Zach. I’m the mistress of this mansion, and I get all the respect I deserve under Leo’s command.

We were still cuddled up in bed when we heard a hard knock on the door that sounded urgent. Leo was up in a flash, grabbing a gun from the bedside table.

“Someone had better be dying or the house is under attack, Luther!” Leo scolded...