Cecelia
After breakfast, as I was leaving the dining room, a tall slender man approached me. He had an easy smile and kind eyes that tipped down at the corners and a weathered face with a scar across his nose. “I’m Benson,” he said, sticking out a huge hand, “Aiden said you want the grand tour?”
I smiled back at him as his hand completely engulfed mine. “That would be nice, but only if you will be my tour guide.”
He put a palm against his heart and bowed a little. “Of course, Luna. Do you mind walking?”
“Walking sounds great,” I said eagerly. I couldn’t wait to get out of the house and stretch my legs. I hadn’t seen Ellis that morning, but I had no doubt that if he saw me slipping out the door he would have something to say.
Not that I cared what he had to say, but I preferred to avo
