CHAPTER 161
KATYA POV
I walked two steps behind Gina as we moved toward the main staircase. I kept my eyes fixed on the stiff cotton of her uniform, maintaining a good distance.
Not knowing when Gina might want to just "accidentally move back and give me a slap to the face." She hated me enough to risk it.
The descent was agonizing. The top floor was silent, but as we dropped one level, the sounds of the house—the distant hum of conversation, the clatter of life—grew louder.
This was the second floor, the main residential floor, filled with important suites and the more permanent family rooms.
This was the floor where Marina was staying.
My stomach twisted tighter. Every step down confirmed my initial, sickening thought.
I was walking to my final resting place. I should have at least eaten enough yesterday. Gina stopped at the bottom of the stairs, not turning to me, but nodding toward the end of the long hallway.
