Reese Hardy
“Go on,” my dad said gently, one hand resting on my shoulder. “Your room’s upstairs. Third door on the left. You should get settled.” His voice carried that calm priestly tone—measured, reassuring, like nothing in this house could ever go wrong. I nodded and picked up my bag, eyes drifting across the mansion’s foyer. Marble floors. A staircase that curved like it belonged in a movie. High ceilings that echoed every step I took. Reese’s mom didn’t do anything halfway, apparently. “Need help?” Reese asked brightly. He stood beside my dad, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed and polite. The perfect son. The kind people trusted instantly. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was harmless. “I’m fine,” I said. Dad smiled. “Reese, why don’t you show them around later?” Reese’s grin widened—soft, innocent. “Of course. Whatever you need.” His eyes met mine for half a second longer than necessary. Something sharp passed between us. I turned and headed up the stairs, feeling his gaze on my bac
About Reese Hardy
“Go on,” my dad said gently, one hand resting on my shoulder. “Your room’s upstairs. Third door on the left. You should get settled.” His voice carried that calm priestly tone—measured, reassuring, like nothing in this house could ever go wrong. I nodded and picked up my bag, eyes drifting across the mansion’s foyer. Marble floors. A staircase t...Read more